夜に食べたジャガイモが美味かった。大きく切ってボールに入れ、オリーブ油・塩・胡椒・ローズマリーで和え、オーブンで30分焼いただけ。ビールか、またはワインだったら寒い土地の白か……。妄想は膨らんだが、今夜の欲求はどこか他人事という感じ。昨夜は、いま思えば、可成り危なかった。
点が入らないスワローズの試合を観る。こんなチーム状態のときに、青木宣親がいてくれたらなあ、と思う。
The potatoes I had tonight were delicious. I cut them into large chunks, tossed them in a bowl with olive oil, salt, pepper, and rosemary, then roasted them in the oven for thirty minutes. A cold beer, or maybe a crisp white wine from chilly region…the fantasy grew vivid, though my cravings tonight felt oddly distant, almost like someone else’s. Looking back, last night was—by all accounts—pretty dangerous.
The Swallows didn’t score again. I watched it all. In times like these, I can’t help but wish Norichika Aoki were still on the team.
Konome-ame 