I grew up in apartment 10J of a high rise in Morningside Heights, in Manhattan.My maternal grandparents both Japanese immigrants lived one floor below us, in 9J.My sisters and I would regularly sleep over, on a futon rolled out on their living-room floor, and breakfast at my grandmother Kachan's table was always rice and eggs in one of two forms: tamago kake gohan (hot rice beaten with soy sauce and a raw chicken egg until frothy), or warm rice topped with tarako, the salted, cured egg sacs of Alaskan pollock.
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