I slurped a mouthful of fat white udon noodles. Slurping noodles is entirely appropriate in Japanese culture, you know.

I savored the aromatic brown broth, took a deep breath and sighed, full of happy.

“Mmm. Umami.”

Mary gave me a funny look. “I don’t think rap is your thing.”

“No! ‘Oo-mommy,’ not ‘Yo momma.’ It’s a Japanese word.”
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