Katsudon for the Win

By now, you must have seen pictures of Myanmar’s Election Fever from yesterday on papers and social media pages.

I cannot stress how big yesterday’s election was for Myanmar.  People all over Myanmar and abroad turned up to cast votes for the first time in 25 years, and many of these people voted for the very first time in their lives.  Yangon was a wonderful sight.  After people cast their votes in the morning, massive crowds gathered in front of the NLD headquarters in the evening to watch the live counting shown on huge LED screens.

A BBC Journalist at the NLD Headquarters

Anyway, this post is just to say we made katsudon for dinner on such an emotional weekend.

In Japan, students supposedly eat katsudon before big exams because the word katsu sounds similar to “victory.”  That is how I feel about Myanmar’s election – it is going to be a large social experiment for next few years.  The Myanmar election needs every bit of luck it could get.  

Also remembering the “katsudon” passages from Banana Yoshimoto’s Kitchen.

You may say it’s because I was starving, but remember, this is my profession.  This katsudon, encountered almost by accident, was made with unusual skill, I must say.  Good quality meat, excellent broth, the eggs and onions handled beautifully, the rice with just the right degree of firmness to hold up in the broth – it was flawless.  Then I remembered having heard Sensei mention this place: “It’s a pity we won’t have time for it,” she had said.  What luck!  And then I thought, ah, if only Yuichi were here.  I impulsively said to the counterman, “Can this be made to go?  Would you make me another one, please?”

Her take on making choices:

We all believe we can choose our own path from among the many alternatives.  But perhaps it’s more accurate to say that we make the choice unconsciously.  I think I did – but now I knew it, because now I was able to put it into words.  But I don’t mean this in the fatalistic sense; we’re constantly making choices.  With the breaths we take every day, with the expressions in our eyes, with the daily actions we do over and over, we decide as though by instinct.  And so some of us will inevitably find ourselves rolling around in a puddle on some roof in a strange place with a takeout katsudon in the middle of winter, looking up at the night sky, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Waiting for the election results, fingers crossed.  Good luck, Myanmar!

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