But tonight, she’s teaching me how to make katsudon . She stands behind me, her giant hands gently guiding my tiny ones as I slice a pork cutlet.
I realize she isn't talking about the stove. my ogress neighbor tomoe-san
"Don't be afraid of the heat," she murmurs. "The heat is just energy. You control it, or it burns you." But tonight, she’s teaching me how to make katsudon
She stared. Then she laughed—a sound like boulders tumbling down a hill. "Sit." my ogress neighbor tomoe-san