When I got home today, I noticed a rotten fish scent in the air. My dad had cooked the last two bags of raw kusaya-no-himono. There are only 3 boxes of the cooked kusaya left. This makes me sad. :( I should have been less girly with my personal items (like leaving the extra pair of shoes that I didn’t even wear at home). My dad jokingly asked me if he should go to Japan now. He would bring back a lot of kusaya-no-himono with him. I jokingly responded, we still have some left. He should go when all of it is gone.
My dinner tonight consisted of kusaya (of course), sushimeshi (picked the wrong white rice in the freezer), natto, miso soup, salad, and yogurt. Healthy. :) Oh, and nigorizake… >.>;