Well they told us that we would be experiencing something unexpected for dinner. After all we were in Japan so almost anything local would be something we would not find on an American menu.
An no it did not taste like chicken!
Submitted to RDP Tuesday Challenge of Art.
Urban Chatter by Sharon Kerry-Harlan
The local market was a colorful visual experience as well as a treat for the nose. The borders of the Central Europe are vague and irrational but the smell can identify certain regions. From across the street the smell of boiled cabbage and stale beer whiffed through the air. This must be Vienna!
Photo taken in Budapest Hungary
Yea, you can say I’m mellow.
One of my other traits is that I am your good bedfellow.
I told my grandmother, who lived in Michigan, that I was moving to Florida. That was three years ago. Every winter when I saw on the weather map that Michigan was getting hit hard and heavy with cold and snow I would call her and brag about it being seventy degrees outside. She would laugh and say “just you wait.”
My grandmother called today and asked how the weather was where I was in Florida.
She gave me my comeuppance.
Be careful and not fall. It’s a long way down and pretty rocky once you hit bottom. And if the wind picks up………you are toast.
Meet Chloe. One very cool Newfoundland. A doggie ambassador to senior citizens in assisted living facilities. Very famous in our neighborhood.
Pictured above is a Steamed Shrimp & Wasabi Ball Sushi dish that I made on a home visit in Kyoto Japan.