Beautiful TKG

He always comes suddenly.

I can hear his voice. "TKG!!" "TKG!!" "TKG!!" "TKG!!"

He has arrived.

From within the cold cave, he approached little by little.

"TKG!!" "TKG!!" "TKG!!" "TKG!!"

Clad in a veil like crystal, he moves with light grace.

Even when he comes to my bowl, there is no wasted movement. He performs a smooth dance that transcends friction.

His golden-shining attire is more beautiful than anything else, making his veil stand out even more.

His golden-shining body is everything in this world. He is the sun.

Slowly, he sheds his veil.

Before I knew it, he was already enthroned upon the GOHAN that we Japanese love.

Beautiful.

Like Shakyamuni Buddha, he sits in the center of the GOHAN, in the hollow, wrapped in light.

Before I knew it, I was holding the soy sauce for TKG.

And then, like a cloud covering the beautifully released sunlight, I POUR the soy sauce.

I watch intently as the soy sauce slowly spreads.

He has already conquered me. I could see nothing but him.

I put my hands together and chanted, 'Itadakimasu (TKG!!)'.

He waits for my chopsticks, dancing his body with a quiver.

Slowly, I gently placed my chopsticks on the yellow surface.

Pop. A soundless sound rings out. My chopsticks are sucked in.

Slowly, my chopsticks sink into the yellow.

The chopsticks slide in smoothly.

Like the treasure hidden in the pyramids of Hamunaptra, a smooth, golden flow oozes out.

Everything that cannot be described by the single word 'beautiful' is right before my eyes.

And the gold, having fused with the RICE, dominated all five of my senses.

I slowly lift the now-heavy RICE and carry it to my mouth.

"TKG!!" "TKG!!" "TKG!!" "TKG!!"

Before I knew it, I was bathed in divine light, on the verge of soaring into the sky.

A golden world spread out within me.

The umami it releases. The flavor released by the thick, gooey yellow. The deep, rich viscosity. The gentleness. A sweetness that isn't sweet. An existence that transcends the fats humans crave. Furthermore, a flavor from the realm of the gods becomes reality by fusing with the RICE.

It even allows me to sprinkle on bonito flakes and add a little salt. As if it were toying with me.

Before long, it had melted into all of the RICE.

I add a splash more soy sauce. By doing so, the saltiness increases, and it shows me a different face once again.

Suddenly, I realized it had vanished.

That's right. It had all fused with me.

I gently cast my eyes toward the place where it had been.

Traces of its presence remain. I offered words of gratitude to the one that had given me everything.

Thank you for the meal.

EGG—the one known as it—will appear before you, aiming for its next destination.

BeautifulTKG (Egg over rice) and so it becomes.