There is something wholesome about savoring the burnt taste of saba fish in my mouth, following by the gobbling of rice and the slurping of miso soup. Honestly, I’m not a fan of pickles, but since I’m a grownup and should behave as such, I dump them in my mouth and chew aggressively. It’s meals like this that remind me that we don’t always have to go to a fancy restaurant in order to have a warm and satisfying meal.
