tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030843786433538220.post5656252452558171621..comments2024-03-27T21:07:37.131-07:00Comments on You Can (Not) Upgrade: Sotto MareobaKobahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05520586031308040420noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030843786433538220.post-46762440362724713812023-03-26T13:36:56.003-07:002023-03-26T13:36:56.003-07:00Yamada Denki sensei,
Actually my mother’s UC cond...Yamada Denki sensei,<br /><br />Actually my mother’s UC condition went bad when she arrived at San Mateo, but she was still enjoying her stay in California somehow. Our cats gave her some cures as well. When she returned Narashino, all of her symptoms went back to normal. UC has been settled again.<br /><br />When I was tiny, my parents never served me melted cheese or beef because those are stinky, they said. Even the neighbor butcher didn’t carry ‘beef’ because of no demands in our town… it maybe unbelievable for Western Japanese. So I had to cook pizza or gratin by myself, and I didn’t experience beef Sukiyaki until my age at 16. Can you imagine an elementary school kid is cooking shrimp gratin at 4th or 5th grade? (lol)<br /><br />Now, my mother is concerning osteoporosis so she started taking daily products including melt cheeses, she likes Italian cuisine (if the pasta is well cooked and doesn’t hurt for her UC). From my perspective, she is picky but she loves crab meats. I don’t like crabs if it’s still shelled but my mom is okay for shelled crabs.<br /><br />My mother is born and raised in Futtsu, My father was born and raised in Tokyo. Therefore, there were always fights about the local accents – my dad always beaten up mom colloquially regarding her Chban accents. I gave her some ideas of my dad’s downtown Tokyoites’ accents like “Asashi shimbun” or “Hio Shigari” but myfather was quite stable with verbal attacking.obaKobahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05520586031308040420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030843786433538220.post-35427085336656195332023-03-15T16:06:31.285-07:002023-03-15T16:06:31.285-07:00As I mentioned in a previous comment, I am truly i...As I mentioned in a previous comment, I am truly impressed by the high level of your mother's ADL. She is the same age as my mother, and it's amazing that she could travel all the way from Chiba to California to see her son, even if accompanied by your sister. In contrast, my mother can barely manage to take the combustible trash from her 13th-floor apartment room down to the garbage collection point on the first floor using the elevator. I pray that your mother will maintain her ADL for as long as possible.<br /><br />And the first place you went to after arriving in San Francisco was an Italian restaurant? My mother would probably only accept Japanese food. By the way, this Italian place seems not to require reservations unless it's for a large group, so it must be a popular spot well-known among locals. Your sister had a beer, huh? She seems to enjoy it. I'm also drawn to the Fettuccine with Bay Scallops white cream sauce just by looking at the picture. It appears to have a delicious clam broth and looks tasty. I wrote, "The first place you went to was an Italian restaurant?", but I'm sure your mother was pleased with this choice.<br /><br />Wow, the "Best Damn Crab Cioppino" with seafood - enough for two - also looks delicious. Is your mother from Chiba as well? If so, just like you, she probably has a good tolerance (?) for crab, mussels, shrimp, scallops and (not squid but) calamari. It seems that your mother was able to spend a relaxing time with her two children in this foreign land, which is a great act of filial piety. It makes me happy to hear, but when I reflect on my own situation and think about my mother, I can't help but feel a little guilty.Yamada denkihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09208013314781576920noreply@blogger.com