Offering Spaghetti
Kay sent me the message on the paper under my room’s door two nights ago. I had already slept so I noticed it the next morning. She cooked too much of spaghetti and said I can eat it. I had it last night. She said you should heat it up for two minutes. That was very nice. I think I didn’t eat a handmade dish for a long time. By the way, Kay is the daughter of the Philipino landlord. I want to have a handmade dish every day. I have to go back to Japan as soon as possible.
Heads-up! These aren't journal entries – they're crafted essays written in English.
Thoughtful, personal, and cross-cultural.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
