We walk through rice fields and down the main road, until we reach the train tracks. When our sunblock has worn off, we’d better go home. We’re sweaty and hungry, and it’s time to eat.
Happy 2019. We’re waking up early, eating as many noodles as possible, and taking photos of rice fields, because rice.
There’s some disagreement in the family over how many eggs make the cakes spongy enough. But for the sake of writing it all down, it seems more is more.