the accident with ginger, nowadays

within a short span of < 1 week, ore-sama mistook ginger pieces for morsels of salted vegetables, not once, but twice.

it's the colour of the soup base that the ginger had associated itself with, to deceive my innocent eyes, to create this nasty misunderstanding that left the unpleasant sensation when i expected nothing other than saltiness.

i am fine with ginger really, especially those japanese pink ginger shreds that go well with sashimi and plain white japanese rice. even for stir-fried liver cooked with yellow ginger shreds, i will eat both the liver and the ginger.

but it is not fine when one puts a solid morsel of the god-damned yellow ginger, crunching on it with every impression that it is a piece of salted vegetables. no, it isn't fine at all. when you find the world of gastronomical bliss that you have constructed to a crescendo comes crashing down in a go.

exaggerating? hey, food-related grudges aren't easy to forget, you know.