眼濕濕

在日本生活淚線會變得發達。

昨晚電視播放了探訪地震受災地區家庭的特備節目。地震前，這個節目會安排藝人到一些鄉村地區，在沒作任何住宿安排下，讓藝人叩門請求當地的居民讓他們渡宿一宵，是生活感滿滿的一個電視節目。而昨夜被探訪在東北居住的家庭都是前些陣子讓這些藝人住了一晚，曾在飯桌上暢談生活的舊相識。

人面依舊，景物全非。

 可幸的是他們都活下來了。雖然只是有過一天的交流，但災劫後再會相擁時的激動，感激還能存活下來的心情是就算在攝錄機下都不能假裝出來的。濃濃的人情味讓我看得眼濕濕。人與人的相處原本就應該如此純粹呀，我想。

今早起來，呻著咖啡的同時，看見新聞報導日本女足贏得世界杯，心裡又湧起一種感動。

她們身高速度都不如美國隊，對上25次交戰也未嘗一勝。但這些大概都不重要。她們代表的是一個在過去數月被天災摧殘但風骨氣節無捐的國家。沉著應戰，要相信能拿到最後勝利，她們都是這樣想吧。頑強的意志轉成能力，到最後堅韌的心讓她們獲勝。

讀著讀著又發覺眼眶濕潤了。


日本就是這樣一個可愛令人感動的國家。 

For a change of mood

About Curry

I have considered curry as a nice addition, instead of a necessity to my diet since the unstable adolescence period. Curry spices up my otherwise dull food consumption but too much spices hinder my taste buds from making out the true flavor of food. Portion of curry is also important. Ideally, there is just enough of curry to go with the rice -  too much curry sauce will inundate the leftover rice, leaving them soggy and unrecognizable.

I've tried different kinds of curry and was pretty sure over what kind of curry would best fit into my diet - the kind that blends in with and even makes better the taste of the other ingredients, and never shall it overshadow the savor of the other components. A difficult requirement, I reckoned. And since I was perfectly content with the other food choices, I have not had curry since the underwhelming choice a few years ago. Then, towards the end of last year, I came across with an amazing type of curry that I thought would be a perfect fit to my brown rice and had become quite addicted. It comes with a unique aroma and yet, unyielding in its signature flavor and at the same time highly sensitive towards the ingredients around. It has come to occupy a large part of my diet though sometimes the spices was too strong and has brought tears to my eyes. It also takes time to discover what goes best with this curry and to this point admittedly, I am still in a state of confusion after some recurring but unsuccessful attempts in incorporating it fully into my diet. My cooking skills isn't great to start with and the uniqueness of the curry was perhaps out of my reach. My frustration mounted even though I honestly thought my stomach was not that hard to please. But my parents probably know better - I have a limited capacity for spicy food in general.

The acquaintance proved short-lived. It was never my intention to part ways with something that I liked and still like so much, especially without exhausting the recipe choices. I did not give up but when a curry turns cold, there is nothing further one can do.