A poem about my first Kakigoya (oyster hut) experience.
First weekend with host family,
driving around- lots of shrines to see.
An afternoon stop by the ocean shore,
to a small food stand – seafood galore.
How to fight the biting chill?
With fresh oysters on a flaming grill.
Newly equipped with a safety glove,
cooking up morsels for all to love.
Juices bubble, boil, and steam,
dipped in ponzu – a wonderful team.
A little messy – no napkins around,
empty shells in a discarded mound.
Smelling like charcoal the rest of the day,
a tiny price Iām willing to pay.
Belly warmed by the fresh seafood,
smiling, happy, in a good mood.
I love it! You are a poet like your mama ?
?? thank you for reading! And I guess it runs in the family!