I first stumbled upon Yoko on Instagram, a few years ago. I’ve been here a couple of times in the past and revisited recently with mom. With Mother’s Day coming up, everyone will be posting about how much they love their moms and how they got the best mom in the world and yada yada. Well, in my family, that concept is already a given. But you’re not going to be seeing any of that sappy love expressed on this blog (just because we are not an expressive or overly affectionate family). But in honor of Mother’s Day, I’m posting a mom story about a recent lunch I had with her.
Lunch with mom usually means hearing the same old things on her nagging list that I’ve been hearing for the past ten years or so. Each.and.every.time. She never fails to miss anything on her list. Over the years, the list hasn’t changed much.
-Don’t wear this and that. It doesn’t suit you.
-Lose some weight.
-You look pregnant. Don’t eat too much.
-Clean your car more often.
-Don’t miss church.
-Do facials more often.
-Save more money.
-Earn more money.
-You need a haircut. You look better with shorter hair.
Quality mom time is precious and all, but my mom loves to nag. I’m glad I have siblings for some of the nagging to be dispersed. All three of us can enjoy mom nags equally.
As usual, the nags started with the drive over to the restaurant…
And continued at the restaurant….
It was pre-eating, so the nagging in my near behgo-rage (aka “hunger rage” if you’re new around here) stage was only irritating me more.
Then this came out. Sesame seeds to be grinded…which the server comes out later and pours katsu sauce over. I love sesame seeds and tend to overuse it on many things when cooking at home. It just seems to enhance the flavors of so many things.
It kept mom busy and distracted from nagging at me more.
“This is fun. I should buy one of these for home,” she said. The aroma of the sesame seeds being grinded was 고소해 (go so hae). Remember that word, “go so hae” (a word that I had covered before…a word that may not have an exact English translation)? The aroma of sesame seeds, especially when being grinded almost defines what the word means.
When I’m hungry, a mere ten minutes can seem like two hours. I sat there, spaced out from the hunger….watching mom have fun with sesame seed grinding….waiting for the food as I kept looking towards the open kitchen for any sightings of our food coming out.
This is my usual order.
Katsu and Udon combo. It was a bit chilly, so the udon was a nice way to warm up.
My order came out first. Mom’s followed about a minute later.
Mom got the soba noodles. During the hot summer months when the heat kills my appetite, cold soba noodles are probably one of my favorite appetite enhancing foods. It’s cold…refreshing…light…and comforting.
Mom wanted some of my katsu and took a piece off my plate. Next, she wanted some of my udon broth.
By then, I was starting to think, “Geez, mom. If you wanted some of my food, you could’ve asked for extra plates or bowls!”
I don’t mind sharing food, depending on with who and what it is….and how hungry I am. But geeeeez….hands off my plate! Lol…I like to eat in peace without disturbance and without any of the components of my plate being touched or moved. #sorrynotsorry
Mom said the soba and the udon were so so. She liked the katsu the best.