Chushu, day nine. 31 August 2026, Tokyo.
Cloudy, the sun getting through now and then. Thirty degrees again. Twenty-four at night.
Yesterday morning it was twenty and I found something with sleeves.
Today the warmth came back and hung around, not doing much.
Corn rice. The cob goes in cut up, cob and all, kombu underneath, a little salt, butter at the end.
Lid on, walk away for twenty minutes.
Nothing added and it comes out sweet.
Summer kept the sweet part.
