Afterword to the Story of the Birth of Omurice

Hello. I am Takeshi, also known as Papokome.

Thank you so much for reading the story of the birth of the omurice at the cafe 'Branch tip' this far.

This little story was written by adding many embellishments to a true story.
It was born from memories of casual conversations shared with someone, or the scent of food eaten while out for a walk.

In this harsh, everyday world, there are times when 'flavors filled with feelings' or 'flavors of memories' that you thought you had forgotten suddenly come back to your heart.

I am sure that everyone has moments like that, don't they?

I believe that cooking is not just a collection of techniques and recipes, but something into which the feelings for someone and the time spent together are firmly dissolved.

The omurice that Takeshi and Midori worked hard on at the cafe 'Branch tip'.
However, it was not just their own strength; the omurice was completed with help from Mr. Taniguchi, and the coffee with help from Mr. Inoue.

I would be happy if such gentle scenes, where those feelings are quietly infused into a single plate of omurice along with the aroma of coffee, could also reach the hearts of those reading this.

I believe that people can 'taste that flavor of memory' once more within their memories. I feel that it is both a sense of nostalgia and a challenge for the recipes of the future.

If, someday, someone who has read this omurice story happens to encounter a similar omurice at a cafe they wander into, and they remember this story just a little bit, that would be the greatest reward for me, the author, Papokome.

I hope we can meet again at the cafe Branch tip. I wrote this afterword while thinking about that.
Thank you for reading.

The End.