I remember being in the fourth grade and having to present a report on Japan. My mother helped me find the above recipe and she helped me make it to take to school. I recall being extremely tired (it was late at night), and she told me to go to bed; that she would finish making the chicken. This one moment is a treasured memory of how hard my mother worked to make me happy. I know that she too had to be tired, but she sacrificed yet again on my behalf. I know this is one of numerous examples of her selfless acts of love toward me, but it is one that stands out in my mind. Don't believe this authentic, but it is yummy.