Katsudon. That's what the Kinya ordered when Joyce took us out. (It's Pork Cutlet melted on rice with egg & onion) It is yummy, but not the most expensive thing on the menu. He could get anything he wanted for his birthday, he was told, but that's what he chose.
Katsudon is what my parents ended up getting "on their fist date". Actually, when Daddy went up to Yokohama from Okinawa for a missionary conference, he knew nothing about the city, and back in 1957, he knew only one restaurant in Yokohama with an English name which was way too pricey, so Daddy and Mommy ended up going to a nearby department store cafeteria and eating katsudon instead! (If you have time, maybe you'd look at "Kimiko's Travel Agent", a short narrative giving my Mom's testimony and telling about that "Forbidden City Rendezvous")
Altho' the Lord gave my Mom and Dad three daughters right away, all of us ended up going away to college, so there were a few years the house was empty of us girls. But the Lord sent jewels of ladies to the Gushikawa church who treated Mommy and Daddy as if they were their own parents.
Recently, I found photos of them during those years. Of course I barely recognized them! The one who lives just minutes from us brought over dishes for us quite often especially when Daddy was hospitalized. I realized she's the pretty young mother with the two boys. She is the one Daddy was baptizing!
