「じんわり, バリリッ.」 (Jinwari, Bariri.)
The first question people always ask me when they find out I’m a foodie is – what’s your favorite food? The second question is usually, what is your least favorite food? Well that ladies and gentlemen, is actually Chinese food. My least preferred cuisine is the very food that most people would think… is my favorite. It’s not that I hate it per say, but it’s definitely not what I gravitate towards and regardless of what restaurant, or what country I’m in, I just don’t find myself enjoying it to its fullest extent. That is especially true when it’s Chinese food for dinner. I don’t mind dim sum, dumplings, noodles and what not, but when it comes to eating a full 10-course meal with pork, seafood, rice and more stir-fry? I get turned off. So now that my rant is over, I’m sorry that I cannot relate to Kirin’s love for Chinese food. Unfortunately for Ryou, that also means that Kirin would not be keeping Ryou company this week. The reason felt weak – until I thought about it again, and there are several occasions which I would consider food > all other plans. Shiina’s excuse for avoiding the rain was also farfetched for me but you can never call out a sick person. Getting wet and then catching a cold almost immediately? That’s definitely worse than spending the weekend alone.
That leaves Ryou all alone this week – but I didn’t mind because I actually like her character a lot (and Shiina’s). Her walk down memory lane reminded me a lot of my own experiences with my grandmother growing up. My parents are a prime example of folks that would just throw together boiled broccoli and rice with egg and call it a meal. I don’t blame them because they have other commitments and it’s not that the food wasn’t edible. My grandmother learned how to cook as she got older and since she was the one taking care of me, all her recipes were altered to suit my tastes. I say all this because I can relate to Ryou’s nostalgic feelings of eating her grandmother’s food or even just spending time with her. My grandmother raised me for a good chunk of my life and I too, get reminiscent when I recall the moments that we shared – either walking in my neighbourhood or going out for early early breakfast. Today, my grandmother is still the best home cook that I know and this episode just makes me want to call her up and eat with her again.
Not as much foodporn in this episode as I anticipated, but still some good slice-of-life moments that shine through. Koufuku Graffiti is such a calm show compared to the heavy conversations and feelings that I get blogging Death Parade. I like how it focuses on developing who Ryou is rather than being nonsensical comedy or exaggerated girls doing cute things. She’s not the most interesting character; nor does she have a deep-dark past, but each episode is a step towards knowing who she is. I liked learning more about Ryou’s grandmother too – whom didn’t know how to cook before Ryou came into her life. I always assumed that grandmothers were natural chefs since they’re always portrayed as such on TV, but it goes to show that everyone has to learn from somewhere. Overall, the episode was sweet and a little sad but mainly reminiscent of good times. I guess the rain can do that to you.
Author’s Note: Sorry for the delayed post this/last week. I’m in the process of moving and this weekend has been tough. I’ll be more timely with this series from here on out. Also, I realized that subs for this series doesn’t get released until Sunday anyway so this post should be considered timely =)