The husband of my aunt is fifty percent Japanese by heritage. They have actually dual citizenship. Often they bring us few kilograms of rice for the relatives to relish the luscious newly harvested grains right from their farm in Japan. The grains have that identity taste that would always motivate one to have more. Children who were quite difficult to encourage eating their share of meals does not say no, even long before the rice is done. As the rice is about to be cooked, it emits an inviting aroma that neighbors would not miss telling us, we were cooking that delicious Japanese rice and maybe we can share some grains for them to gain some experience.
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