Although bread is something that fascinates and obsesses me, my love for it almost stops just right there at the making. I don't think I've ever really craved the taste of it like I do for rice. Is this due to my upbringing (environmental factor) or is it in my blood (genetic factor)? Who knows. If you have a toddler aged around 3 that you'd like to give up for the purpose of unravelling this mysterious phenomena, please get in touch with me. For now, while it remains a question, I shall indulge in my rice craving by making and eating onigiri day in day out until it is satisfied.
This is an onigiri with tuna salad filling. In all simplicity, it... it... it is divine... seriously.
10 years ago