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| A light breakfast. I took this before the soup and rice came out. The dishes are - front tori-dashi oden, the pink is pickled daikon - it's a variety that goes pink naturally with vinegar, picked cucumbers - green, to the left of that pickled daikon - a different style, at the far back hakusai - or white cabbage pickled with kombu and carrot and other bits, in front of that a korean style sesame and chile flavoured bean, sweet potato cut up that was left over from yaki-imo the day before. The soup was nameko - a kind of mushroom that they pick in the autumn and can. There's a glass top on the table and important - must not lose information gets slid under it. (Like Hiro's father's medical numbers which has him weighing fractionally less than me......) |
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| Daikon drying in a kind of annex area of the house |
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| Persimmon in Akita don't get enough sun to be sweet from the tree. They are picked and dried. |
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Are those purple/red daikon? Mmmm! We found some a while back and I didn't know about the colour change - WOW!
Totally unrelated - my verification was "nomittai 21" heh heh heh... Some sort of message, perhaps?!
iPad working overtime, huh? ;)
Breakfast is an area where the cultural divide yawns fairly wide: it has to be sweet (cereal, jam, muffins, whatever) and it has to include coffee (with sugar) (of course).
So how many bags of MIL-donated food did you bring back to Tokyo?
Sarah, YES, umeshu bonenkai please! :D
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This is an umeshu place in Okachimachi - right next to the Ginza line - which connects smoothly to the Hanzomon line at Aoyama ichome & Omotesando (I'm sure you'd know better than I do)
Food coming back was lighter than usual - Lots of mochi.. like I am in need of weight gaining material... inari, kuri rice (not to be confused with curry rice).
I put in an order for ume boshi but forgot to get them... It might have been a bit unwise anyway since it would have been 12 hours between refrigerators - we left home on Sun morning at 9 to go to the temple, after butsudan-ing and ohakamaeri-ing and lunching it we took the train back. Even with the supercold temperatures, pickles might have been a bit vulnerable to going off.
Just as well really. I always feel that the number of days spent in Akita needs to be balanced by the same number of days plus one of famine in Tokyo on my return....
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