The Best Chef

　I have eaten many dishes in my life. Actually, I used to work at restaurants. I met many chefs. I cooked for myself when I lived by myself. I understand that cooking is interesting and deep. If someone asks me, “Who is the best chef in your life?” I will answer “Mrs. K.”

Mrs. K was my classmate’s mother and my mother’s friend. We were neighbors. My mother was an activist. She held a meeting at home almost every day. Sometimes, she asked Mrs. K to cook lunch for the members. I could eat the dishes. I could enjoy her dishes when I was a child.

The greatest thing about her dishes was that she never used expensive or unusual ingredients. She only used usual, familiar ingredients we can buy in any supermarket, but her combinations and arrangements were always surprising.

“Can we cook these ingredients like this?”

Okay, making a strange dish is easy. You can create a new dish, but keeping a balance of taste is difficult. Reaching the stage of delicious is super difficult.

I couldn’t understand her greatness when I was a child. After I started cooking by myself, I gradually realized she was an outstanding chef.

Her parents ran a restaurant at her home. She was taught the fundamentals of cooking as a child. Some creative people tend to skip fundamentals, but she did not. She married and became a housewife. She kept studying and practicing every day. She even served her new dishes to my mother’s friends at our home.

She was a talented person who was born in a good environment. She loved cooking and kept at it. She was a great person.

Creating economic, delicious, and fresh dishes is a dream for all cooks, but only a few cooks can reach this dream.

Are you ready to enjoy Mrs. K’s dishes?

Well, I am sorry. I have some sad news for you.

She already passed away. As usual, talented people tend to be invited to heaven too early. I believe she is cooking in heaven now.

I cared for my parents, but I don’t want to meet them very much. I want to enjoy Mrs. K’s dishes again.

I want to be a good man who will enter heaven.

 

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Big Box or Small Box

 The Sparrow’s Tongue is a traditional Japanese story. You may know this story, but I will introduce it to you.

 A nice old man visited a sparrow’s house. He had been very nice to the sparrow. The sparrow would give him a present. They gave him two choices: a big box or a small box. The old man was a selfless man. He chose the small box. In the box was silver, gold, and other treasures.

 A bad old woman listened to his story and also visited the sparrow’s house. She had not been nice to the sparrow. Actually, she had cut the sparrow’s tongue. But she found the sparrow’s house. The sparrow offered her a present too. She also had the same choice as the old man: a big box or a small box. The bad old woman was greedy. She chose the big box. Actually, in the box were monsters.

 This traditional story teaches us to be nice, to not be bad, and to not be greedy.

 But my wife understands this story from a different angle. She insists that if she were put in the same situation as the old people, she would definitely choose the big box.

 I tried to explain, “In the big box, there are monsters. You should choose the small box.” She answered, “Who decides that? No one knows until the box is opened.”

 My wife is a nice person. She is not bad. She has never abused animals. In this case, there might be treasure in the big box. It is a gamble. My wife loves gambling.

 This kind of person could be successful in the future.

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Boys, Be Ambitious

When I lived in Tokyo, my roommate was a programmer. He was a good programmer.

 When he was an elementary school student, a teacher asked the children in the class, “What do you want to be in the future?” His classmates answered with their dreams. “A baseball player!” “A pilot!”

 But my roommate answered, “I want to be a passenger on a train.”

 The teacher scolded him. “You should be more ambitious!”

 In the end, he became a wonderful programmer.

 I think children’s dreams can be like his dream. Maybe he didn’t know what a programmer was at that time. Children don’t know most jobs in this world. I don’t know all the jobs in the world even now. The world is changing. Maybe new jobs are created every day.

 We can’t predict our future. When I was a child, I couldn’t even imagine the world would be like this. I couldn’t imagine I would be like this.

 But I want to support young people who are ambitious.

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Should I Offer My Seat?

Recently, I have been thinking about the topic of trains or buses.

I am fifty-six years old. I am not surprised by my appearance in my usual mirror. But sometimes when I see my reflection in a mirror located at an unexpected angle in a shop, I am surprised. I am older than I think.

One day, I was on a train. An old man got on. The train was crowded. I thought I should offer my seat to the man. But I reconsidered: his age could be almost the same as mine. He could be younger than me. It could be rude.

Offering one’s seat to old people is a duty for young people. People at my age no longer have this duty.

My dear friends, do you offer your seat to old people even now?

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