…Three men using giant hammers would pound the rice while one crazy guy would push the rice with his bare hands!
When I think of New Years a few things come to mind: Fireworks, red fish, and mochi. Living in a desert that doesn’t allow fireworks I am left with only one of the three, mochi. Long time ago I remember watching an old home video at my grandmother’s house of various aunts and uncles making mochi the traditional way. Continue reading “Mochi memoirs”
Cotton and Creme 