![]() ![]() For all the beautiful prose and deep mind wanderings that I loved, the dorayaki didn’t reach me. ![]() I’ve found that it was the same with this book. It’s weird, because I love watching cooking shows, but when it comes to books, somehow the sensuality and anticipation of the cooking process just doesn’t quite hit my senses. I’ve had rather mediocre experiences so far with books that centre around food and cooking. ![]() How do you turn away such a magical gift? But why does this old woman strike him slightly odd, as if there is something she is hiding from him? And yet he doesn’t press on, because who doesn’t have a secret or two? One day, an old woman approaches him, offering to work for him for pennies, almost, and then giving him a small batch of the most delicious red bean paste that he has ever tasted. ![]() Though what that might look like is also already quickly fading away from him. He’s counting days to when his debt can finally be repaid, and he can go on with his life. He’s only there to repay a debt to a man who had been kind enough to take him in when he was at rock bottom. He’s been working there for many years, not because he particularly likes it there, or that he likes the sweet desert. The story revolves around a lonely man who works alone at a dorayaki shop. Translated into English by Alison Watts in 2017 ![]()
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