Still living the zen life sans home computer and Photoshop, but found these old snapshots in the couch cushions. A namasu impromptu: stowaway sake in the back of the fridge; dill and matchsticked Japanese cucumbers and Meyer lemons from the garden.
I snacked on this between bites of fried chicken at one of C.’s Kahala pool parties, pining even in the lap of luxury for the old Ebisu–the ne plus ultra of after-beach okazu. Closing my eyes, I can still see the shadowy kitchen, the bright deli case, the paper-thin teri beef and golden vegetable fritters; and carrot cherry blossoms swimming in little namasu cups. RIP Ebisu!