Back in the days, when I was still a free radical, easily flying amongst other free radicals, I met a guy who was quite hot, playful, intelligent, and… well, hot. I met him in shul, we were talking over seudat shlishit, and there were sparks flying between us. But, he was a good religious… Continue reading “Just How Jewish are You?” Version Meat Market
I love cukes, aka, cucumbers. I used to be a great cucumber lover from infancy (I think), but there was a particular recipe that my mom sometimes made. I was a great fan of this recipe and remain to be today. But whenever I make this cuke recipe, I can’t forget how fortunate I am… Continue reading The Story of Cukes
The other day when we were walking around in our neighborhood, I said to Misha, “Well, imagine. If I were a housewife…” But he didn’t let me continue. He immediately said, “I would have an easier time imagining you as an astronaut than a housewife.” I wanted to dwell on the fantasy for a split… Continue reading If I were a Housewife…
Strangely enough, the longer I stay away from Japan, the more I start to crave the tastes from “home.” When I first left Japan, I lived without a kitchen for two years—while I hardly cook nowadays, when I was in my teens, I actually used to cook my own breakfast and lunch. So for the… Continue reading Want Green Tea Ice Cream?
Growing up in a bit of a Jewish desert has its advantages (although there actually are far more Jews than people seem to think): I never had to deal with the “But you don’t look Jewish” comments and stares either in or outside of the Jewish community. You look mixed in the Tokyo JCC… Continue reading Why I’m Glad I Grew Up in Japan
To the vast majority of Ashkenazi American Jews, I seem to look Japanese or Asian. That, combined with the fact that I speak an American-accented English seems to lead many to assume that I am a hyphenated American: Japanese-American or Asian-American. In a sea of American Jews who feel quite comfortable being “American”–just American, non-hyphenated… Continue reading Looking Different and What That Can Mean (aka “Just So You Know”)