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YEAR OF THE RAM CONTEST

Those were the days, my friend...

Published by DOREEN B. | Saturday, January 02, 2016 6:52 PM


Year of the Ram Contest--100 words


Dad removes the fresh mochi from the mochi maker and slices it to near perfect squares for the ozoni that mom makes only at New Years. A memory breathes of a time when Japanese ceremonial tradition demanded pounding the mochi by hand--fathers lifting and dropping the heavy kine, resembling a giant mallet, into the sticky mound of undifferentiated rice; mothers risking a hand to shift and move the rice for evenness. The pounding finds a rythmn and a harmonic counterpart is perfected. In the back patio, the mochi maker sits with calm indifference to earlier whispers of rice spirits.


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