Pocket Memo #47: Grated Daikon of Happiness

■ Today's Pocket Memo
Daikon grater, affection, rubbing the wrong way

***

Scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape.

"Affection level, 37 poooooints."
The electronic voice rings out.

Honestly.
Mind your own business!

***

Dinner preparation time for a working mom is a battlefield.

I couldn't leave on time today either, one hour of overtime.
Even so, I spent the afternoon with a "don't talk to me" aura in full effect, creating documents at incredible speed.

"I'm home!"
I barely finish my greeting before heading to the living room.
I'll just leave my bag in the corner for now.

While putting on my apron, I open the refrigerator door.

As I thought, I really want to eat saury today.
Defrosting is perfect.
Even if it's frozen, saury needs grated daikon, right?

***

The kids' stomachs won't wait.

"Here, eat this and wait."
...If I were to do that, they'd just keep eating snacks until they were satisfied.

Naturally, they wouldn't eat their meal.
I want to avoid that.

"Almost done, it'll be ready in a second!
All that's left is to grate the daikon."

I grate the daikon with intense energy.

***

"Affection level, 37 poooooints."

Daikon graters these days.
When you stop grating, it gives you a score and judges your affection.

This seems to be popular, and I can't find a normal daikon grater that just grates.

***

The loud electronic voice announces the score.

Snap.
Something inside me broke.

I can't take it anymore.
I'm going to break this daikon grater!

I grab the daikon grater and raise my hand.

At that moment.
"Mom, I'm hungry," my son says as he bumps into me lightly from behind.

***

Reason activated.
I slowly lower my raised right hand.

A deep breath.
I slowly move the muscles in my face.

Creak, creak.
I turn around like a mechanical doll.

"Sorry, just a little bit more."
I smile and answer.

"Then, I'll help you."
He takes the remaining daikon and starts grating it.

While humming a tune.
Slowly, slowly.

***

"Affection level, 97 poooooints."
The electronic sound rang out.

On the next non-burnable trash day.
I will definitely get rid of this daikon grater.

I swore it firmly.

<Fin.>

Here is one with a slightly different taste.

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