Back in America, an acquaintance of mine has a tradition of having a party every Friday the 13th. It always seemed like a nice idea, so I had one this evening with okonomiyaki. It had been too long. Everyone brought a few things to add to the batter or some desserts or snacks. One of my friends even brought all the pans, mix-ins, and skill needed to make beautiful Hiroshima style okonomiyaki, which are layered with noodles. It's a pleasure to host. And luckily, this Friday the 13th being in February of a non-leap-year, it means another one is just around the corner in March. Another occasion to get together for dinner.