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My friend was convinced we should stake out a position inside the fountain (frozen over). Organizers had alluded to a northern and southern faction, but I couldn’t convince her how vulnerable we’d be in what would obviously be a freeforall before the horn went off ten minutes ahead of schedule. Mayhem ensued (as in the video).
After a while, the fountain just got too brutal so we withdraw to the inner bench line, which had the nonpacked fresh snow for “friendly” ammo. But once you’re no longer in the thick of the ice fight, you realize the pattern.
The center was the target of barbarian invasions. People on the outskirts looked on, lobbing indiscriminate snow balls. People from the inner benches gather into ad hoc factions and charged the fountain in disorganized waves. The center antagonizes anyone not in the center.
If your party penetrated the fountain, you became indistuishable, frigidly friendless, and eventually replaced by another generation.
And it just went on and on like a metaphor for the futility of war.
So, with Ken’s help, I poured soy sauce into my bowl of eggs and scrambled them as usual. The result? Subtly salty and delicious. We didn’t eat them on rice, but they were awesome and I’m dreaming of other possibilities. Topped with scallions? Some sort of Pan-Asian omelet? Or maybe it’s not something to be messed with, as the simplicity is what makes it great.
I love omurice. Image search and get hungry.