Konjac
Konjac (English pronunciation: /ˈkoʊnjæk/ KOHN-yak; Amorphophallus konjac; syn. A. rivieri; Japanese: 蒟蒻/菎蒻; こんにゃく; konnyaku; Korean: 곤약; gonyak; Chinese: 蒟蒻; pinyin: jǔruò), also known as konjak, konjaku, konnyaku potato, devil's tongue, voodoo lily, snake palm, or elephant yam (though this name is also used for A. paeoniifolius), is a plant of the genus Amorphophallus. It is native to warm subtropical to tropical eastern Asia, from Japan and China south to Indonesia (USDA hardiness Zone 6-11). It is a perennial plant, growing from a large corm up to 25 cm in diameter. The single leaf is up to 1.3 m across, bipinnate, and divided into numerous leaflets. The flowers are produced on a spathe enclosed by a dark purple spadix up to 55 cm long.
The food made from the corm of this plant is widely known in English by its Japanese name, konnyaku (yam cake), being cooked and consumed primarily in Japan. The two basic types of cake are white and black. Pushing the cake through a grid of sharp blades at the end of a wooden box gives noodles, called Shirataki, which are also sold in white and black colors.
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River Of Crystals
by: Kenji KawaiCrystal memories
Touched by your voice, in the moonlight
"Nothing lasts." you said.
But everything still holds meaning in my heart
Hidden deep in my mind
River to the time
That we once shared together-
the pictures are still on the wall and why.
shining smiles, like snow flakes.
all melted and gone away
Only answer was to live.
and I am still here-
with your memories...
dreaming hopelessly.
holding in my heart
all the flowers you left...
Crystallized moments
Shattered into frozen pieces in my tears
River of moonlight
I hear your voice echoing.
but I'm here, alone...
Crystal melodies
moments so sweet, I remember
"Nothing lasts." you said.
Then why is pain still confusing memories
Only time will go on
River has its end
Our light was blown by the wind
My fingers reach out and find no one there
Rainy sky, please tell me my emptiness will be filled
Only answer was to live.
and I am still here-
with your memories...
walking hopelessly.
holding in my eyes
all the colors you left..
broken melodies
No more singing, no more laughing in the sun
River of moonshine
I hear your voice echoing