is my calling. I knew it.
It took me just ONE (1, ichi, satu, yat, yi) day, to perfect the fineness of the mentaiko dream dish.
This time, it tasted like rice (although still abit watery, but you could call it, rice.) (Or at least watery rice, instead of porridge. No doubt.) (Or so i hope.)
It’s called the Ocean Dream Donburi.
Tempura Prawn fried to golden brown
I cooked half the mentaiko this time. Pan fried. Awesome. read more