[Traces of Memories] Remember Hiroshima - The best conger eel rice.
Let's resist the fact that the memories of that day are covered in dust and buried.
That day, the exhilarating blue sky seemed to stretch out into eternity.
It felt like the sun was intense for May, but I guess that's normal for this area.
The okonomiyaki I had tasted in the morning was still buried deep in my stomach.
For now, I continued casually walking through the unknown city.
There was no specific destination.
I simply walked blindly, following the map information on my smartphone.
76 years have passed since that moment of light and loss.
A scar that is known all over the world, and the leisurely traffic of a light train.
The city has undergone a miraculous recovery and I was able to feel that it has achieved great development.
Then, suddenly, hunger reared its head again.
It was the hunger that awaited me.
I went to an area where major department stores were located.
Due to the seasonal nature of the season, I stepped into a department store with few customers and made my way to the store I was looking for.
I swear I was hungry for this conger eel specialty restaurant, which was founded in 1903.
Naturally, I asked for ``conger eel rice'' without any hesitation.
The orderly interior of the store gave off a high-quality atmosphere.
Expectations for ``Anagomeshi'' continued to rise.
The bowl I had been waiting for was placed on the counter.
The conger eel is beautifully arranged like strips of paper on a bowl.
It stood quietly, covered in the unique flavor of the sauce.
I slowly brought it into my mouth as if to make sure.
As it flows into my nostrils, it momentarily evokes the illusion that it is eel, but the protein and smooth flesh maintains a perfect balance with the rice cooked in conger eel stock.
While I was eating it, I sprinkled some Japanese pepper on it.
Although it is a condiment that brings the flavor closer to eel, the conger eel penetrates through the protein to deny eel.
It has a strong taste even though it has no taste.
I was once again reminded that local delicacies can only be enjoyed by eating them locally.
The satisfaction gained in a daily life that is currently deprived of that real pleasure is an irreplaceable experience.
“Traveling is a fountain of spiritual rejuvenation for me.” (Children's author Andersen)
I prayed for the day when I would be able to travel freely again, and I aspired to drift further into an unknown city...
