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Monday, January 30, 2017

Japanese Cuisine Cabbage Pari Pari Salad


Pictured on the right (my son Christopher Shiveley Welch to the left) Rick Honda is the son of Kazushige Honda who founded the first Japanese Restaurant, Restaurant Otani, In Mayfield Village, Ohio, featuring a full sushi bar. Later he established Restaurant Otani in Columbus, Ohio where it became an icon.

Growing up in the Midwest in the 80s, food was a big part of Rick’s connection to his Japanese heritage and remains an important part of his life, but Japanese cuisine is by no means his only culinary interest. In this series of recipes he will lay out some basic Japanese dishes as well as other recipes he would like to share. G
et those forks and chop sticks ready.

So hold on to your seats and enjoy the ride. In this issue, Rick is bringing you Japanese cuisine made easy. Who needs take out?


Cabbage Pari Pari Salad

1 head of cabbage
1 Tbl. sesame oil
1 Tbl. sesame seeds
salt.
Cut cabbage in half and remove the core. Cut one half into no smaller than 1 inch wide slices, cut those slices similarly and separate the layers. Wash, rinse and dry the cabbage pieces. If you want to go all out you can now chill the dry pieces but you don’t have to.

In a large bowl, pour a tablespoon of sesame oil. You can use more if you want of course but depending upon the size of the cabbage, you will need at least a tablespoon or two or more; cabbage can vary a bit in size and you may have used more or less than a half of a cabbage. Add Sesame seeds, about tablespoon or you can eyeball it and more or less to your liking. You can add salt here but I prefer to wait to do it during tossing the cabbage pieces with the oil and sesame seed mixture which is next.

Put the cabbage pieces in the large salad mixing bowl where you combined the sesame oil and sesame seeds and toss to combine. Once you toss it a few times so that the oil and seeds are roughly on the cabbage pieces, sprinkle some of that nice salt, only a robust pinch will do for now. I wait to add the salt to this point because now the salt has the oil on most of the pieces to stick to; if you add it to the oil and sesame seeds in step 3 you must mix the mixture very well before adding the cabbage because that method may produce salt clumps which you don’t want. Keep tossing and add salt to your taste.

In my method I serve it in a small bowl and I don’t pack it in. You can eat as much as you like, but in a meal I keep the portions small because the sesame oil flavor is robust, and although I use as little salt as possible and you don’t want it too salty, you may add a little more salt to have a fuller experience. If you plan to eat a lot of Cabbage Pari Pari Salad try using less salt; if you have a small portion, adding salt won’t increase your salt intake as much; you be the judge.

Serve and enjoy

Friday, January 27, 2017

Once Upon a Morning Dreary



Once upon a morning dreary,
As I pounded my keyboard, weary
Over some poem with which I was bored,
Slowly sipping, my coffee cooling,
Thinking to end a stanza unruly,
I dropped a participial upon the floor.
Oh, ‘tis nothing, sugar rushing,
‘Tis a mistake and nothing more.

Still I continued with my tapping,
Unceasingly typing, my work unraveling,
Using comma after comma evermore.
Now my brain whirling with my writing,
Adjectives dazzling, so inviting,
Tapping tapping at my keyboard,
My editor crying “Nevermore!”

The sun now moved upon my window,
Silhouetting a stately willow,
Creating in my memory stored,
A lust for wordiness galore.
Still I was tapping, my mind unscrambling,
Quelling spelling evermore.
Quoth my editor “Nevermore!”

Unmoved, I continued with my tapping,
Tapping until my fingers sore,
Thrilled me with their swift endeavors,
Using clich├ęs evermore.
Faster, faster, typing now,
Sweat upon my fevered brow,
Ending sentences with prepositions evermore,
Quoth my editor, “Nevermore!”

And my editor, never flinching,
Sits at her computer convincing,
That I am doomed in grammar evermore.
As I tap tap out my sentences,
Semicolons and commas inventive,
My editor shall trust me nevermore.

Excerpt from Swinging Bridge: click here


Thursday, January 26, 2017

Your Son is Incapable of Learning

I sat for a minute, looking at the counselor who had requested the meeting, trying to decide if I had heard her correctly. I felt my left hand press against my pounding heart.
"Did you say, 'incapable of learning’?” I queried. "Yes," she responded, and proceeded to mouth paragraphs of jargon, which my confused brain was powerless to comprehend let alone translate.
Stupefied, near panic, I fought for coherent thought. Slowly, however, a heat began to rise from my trip-hammering heart and to suffuse my face. Rage replaced terror.
"Incapable of learning?" I cried! "Incapable?" I repeated loudly. "How can you say that? How can you doom a child of three years of age to that kind of diagnosis? He taught himself the alphabet at two! How can you say that?" I raged.
I have to admit that there were times when I believed I was either unable to understand what was going on in my son's little head or reluctant to admit that there was a problem, but this I knew: Chris could learn. He had indeed taught himself the alphabet. I had purchased a wooden alphabet puzzle in lower case letters. Christopher would bring them up to me, one-by-one, and I would say, for instance, "a - apple." It didn't take me long to realize that he was actually learning the alphabet.
Then, I purchased an additional puzzle with upper case letters. Sure enough, within a week, Chris was able to bring me the “a” or the “d” or the “m.” I would designate the big A or the little c and he was correct every time.
Of course, I realize that I was teaching him. But, the "game" was started by Chris, and it demonstrated a desire on his part to know, a wish to learn. This initiation on his part was indeed a form of self-teaching. Chris made the move. Chris wanted to know.
Incapable of learning! As my mother used to say, "bull hockey!" I thought of my friend Sue and her daughter Gretchen. Born with Williams Syndrome, Gretchen was an adorable, pixyish young woman with a sweetness of soul that made her a joy to know. At birth, Sue was told that Gretchen would never be able to dress, feed, or take care of herself. Sue had refused to believe it, and proceeded to patiently teach her daughter as she would any child. The end result was a charming young woman, who admittedly was mentally challenged, but was happy, had friends, married, and held down a full time job, far from the diagnosis her mother was given at the time of Gretchen's birth.

"Where are the people who know where the people are?"
Joan Plowright as Eva Krichinsky Avalon 1990
written and directed by Barry Levinson

I removed Chris from the school and entered him into a church-run pre-school. Chris began to show progress. It was in Pre-Kindergarten that an inability to focus caused his teachers to mention the possibility of Central Auditory Processing Disorder. CAPD affects the ability to process what you hear. I set up an appointment immediately to have him tested. The results were negative. Chris passed with flying colors.
Next came testing for Attention Deficit Disorder. Although diagnosed with ADD, none of the medications, covering everything from Adderall to Welbuterin, had any effect whatsoever.
More years passed and still we tried to understand Chris' particular issues. Aspberger's was mentioned as well as epilepsy. We didn't know where to turn until, finally, an educator suggested we take Chris to a neurological psychologist. Chris was diagnosed with ADD, Dysgraphia, Working Memory Deficit and Executive Function Deficit.
Dysgraphia is a neurological disorder, which interferes with the fine motor skills needed in the physical act of writing. For instance, when Chris puts pen or pencil to paper, some letters will "float": they will be too high or too low, and his penmanship is generally too large or too small, and very difficult to read. In addition, because it is so difficult, Chris cannot write his thoughts with as much fluidity as he can when dictating or typing.
He used to confuse some words, using "tell" instead of "ask," and "never" instead of "ever," and had trouble tying his shoes, but though hard work on his part, these issues have been resolved.
Math is problematic still because of difficulty in seeing the numbers in columns and graph paper is used to help his eyes see the columns of numbers.
Working Memory Deficit affects short-term memory, and Executive Function Deficit can manifest in problems with test taking.
At last, we had a diagnosis. It was not easy to accept, but coping strategies have been taught to help Chris learn, and that is the key word! Learn! Yes, he does learn!

Learning Differences - Not Learning Disabilities 
You are a beautiful cookie jar, full of the most delectable cookies.
We just need to learn how to get the lid off to enjoy them!

Christopher has worked hard to overcome his learning differences - yes, differences. It isn't that he is not able to learn, he simply learns differently.
We have worked with our son by being active in his school work, at school and at home. When necessary, tutors are hired.
Chris plays guitar and is now the proud owner of an acoustic, six string electric and a bass guitar, a classical Gibson and a mandolin. He plays excellently after a mere eight months of lessons. Chris wants a harp guitar. I told him, “when our ship comes in, honey.”
Chris is an excellent swimmer, gardener, is becoming an accomplished cook and is working with me on a cookbook.
When Chris finished the ninth grade with glowing reports, not one teacher referenced focusing problems. A master speller and a budding essayist and poet, Chris has received excellent grades in his written assignments, which are typed. The following is from his teacher Megan Mosholder: "Chris, you are receiving the passing grade of Exceeds Expectations. Wow, Chris! Excellent job on this class! I am so glad you were able to figure out what works best for you because you have really excelled. I think that you did a great job on your sketchbook and I think the drawings you created in class were also really good. You have shown to me how well you can do when you put your mind to it. Oh, and you also did an excellent job on those reading assignments. Nice work, kid! I very much hope that I have the opportunity to work with you next year."
In addition, this was the year Chris’ second book, a memoir titled Just Chris was accepted by a traditional publishing house.
I think back and can't help but send out a thank you prayer to my friend Sue, whose example helped me to help my son. She taught me to listen to my heart, to believe in my son and his abilities, and to trust in his desire to learn and to grow.

Update 2014

Since first writing this article, my son has accomplished many things. He is now a sought after bass player and has been since age 16. He plays nine instruments. He graduated high school and is now attending Columbus State.
In 2011 Chris was hired as a sushi chef. Trained by a master, he is highly respected both for his artistry and his work ethic.
His memoir Just Chris, a companion book to my Son of My Soul - The Adoption of Christopher, has been a best seller on Amazon many times.

Update 2016

Chris now attends college majoring in photography. He is an A and B student. We recently received word that he is a finalist in a photography contest for college students.

Guess that tight ol’ lid on the cookie jar finally came off! Oh, and he can tie his shoes.



A small note: it was during first grade when we noticed that Chris had trouble reading. He was way behind most of his other classmates. I had volunteered to tutor the children and it soon became clear that there was an issue. Mark saved the day with an idea so simple, yet so genius, that I have to share. He turned on the captioning on the TV. That’s it. That’s all he did, and Chris was reading within a few weeks.

To learn more about Christopher and our family, take a look at my latest book, Swinging Bridge.