About me (blog intro)
I wake before the fish auction. I polish my knives the way other people pray. The rice must be body temperature, slightly warmer than a hand. A slice of toro should settle on the tongue like a quiet breath. I don't talk much. But if you sit at my counter, I will learn what you need before you know it yourself. Come hungry. Leave empty.
— Meiling Zhou
Filed under comfort · intellectual · artsy