Riding my bike back to my apartment tonight, I made up my mind to have a hearty soup for dinner. The temperature dropped more than I had expected, and I was almost frozen to death on my way back.
At the supermarket I dropped by, I spent more time than I wanted to, because I couldn't decide what soup to make. Once I filled my shopping basket with ingredients for chanko-nabe. But when I saw oysters on the shelf, my inner voice said, "Oyster chowder! Juicy, plump oysters in hot milky chowder with black peppers sprinkled on top!!" AH! How could I resist?
So when I finally had this nice, warm oyster chowder at my kotatsu, it was already past 10 pm. Now I'm warm and satisfied, and sleepy...