To Pay This Debt

Journal 10.29.25

Menu thoughts racing I toss and turn there’s the grilled duck yes but I’ve got raw fish on my mind: golden tile with pickled peppers and yellowfin tuna with Napa cabbage and rockfish with sumac sorbet and I drift to sleep…

I’ve no interest in Western fine dining. It’s not the appropriate expression for me there’s too much and it always wants more. I’m looking for a simple dish of a lovely fish. And I could go on about humility (or lack thereof) and ego and money but I’ve no reason to stain this glorious autumn day. The fire is crackling the bread is rising the fish and fowl are waiting for me to make good on their sacrifice. Though ultimately it may be my sacrifice, no? I have blood on my hands… I must act remarkably to pay this debt.