New Year

New Year

I am not Japanese most of the year. I throw my head back and laugh loud from my belly. I wear kalakoa clothes. But come the New Year, I like to eat my family dishes of memory and meaning. For fertility and creativity, I crunch the salty fish eggs on konbu.  I eat sweet black beans with extra chestnuts for plenty of good luck. But the best is whiskey tako. Just because I like it.