To my parents' house.

I ate strawberries after dinner.

While I was talking to my father,
My mother prepared the strawberries for me.

"You'll put sugar on it, right? I'll put some on for you,"
It is a long-standing custom.
My mother put strawberries on each plate,
I sprinkled sugar on it.

I don't like to add sugar,
For a moment I thought, "Huh?"
Well, I guess it can't be helped,
I glanced at the strawberries that were being carried in the distance.
I was shocked.

picture?
There's something brownish on top of the strawberries.
What? Kinako (roasted soybean flour)?
Did you sprinkle kinako (roasted soybean flour) instead of sugar?
Has my mother's dementia finally reached this stage?!
At an incredible speed,
Many things happened.

"Mom, is this kinako (roasted soybean flour)?"
Hey, did you accidentally put kinako powder on it?
When asked,
"It's sugar~"
That's what they say.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed sugar.

The true identity of the brown color is
It was brown sugar.

I was so surprised!

"Strawberries and brown sugar don't go well together."
"White sugar tastes better after all," she said.
My mother was smiling.