Before they arrived they takkyubinned (parcel deliveried) a big box of vegies - pickled cucumber, fuki, shiitake dried and fresh, nameko mushrooms, lettuce, beans, asapargus and a gigagantic bag of shungiku a leafy herb or vegetable that might remind a person of coriander or shiso, 9though the taste isn't particularly similar) which is abundant in their vegetable patch.
Hiro loves shungiku.... but only if it's tempura. I don't usually cook tempura. I object to the amount of oil - less from health reasons than from the wilful hedonism of consuming a bottle in one go... enough to make me wonder if I was a Methodist in a past life (no disrespect to Methodists intended.) Tempura is the kind of thing best rationed to nights when it's in the supermarket 50% off pile - externally enforced discipline combined with the fact that at usual prices it's an utter rip off. Faced with rotting shungiku or using a bottle of oil to tempura-ize it, the oil won out.
I guess Hiro prefers the option of dying swiftly from a coronary rather than the prolonged lung cancer death that is awaiting...
|My first attempt at tempura in about 10 years....|
|The remains of the shungiku - now all tempura--ized -|
mixed with onion.