Conversation and Taste

One rainy evening in the summer of 1994, sitting cross-legged and looking over the mouth of the Kenai river in Alaska as a rusty fishing boat swung on its mooring,  I ate cold uncooked Ramen noodles with my fingers.  After sprinkling on the Oriental Flavor powdered spice pack, I poured over it a can of… Read More Conversation and Taste

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