It was like a Greatest Hits Compilation of Japanese food. And, as with all Japanese meals, the whole lot was served at once, allowing you to pick and choose whatever took your fancy.
First, light juicy Tofu, fresh, springy mushrooms, sweet pumpkin and sharp pickles.
A Mediterranean creamy salmon, fresh scallop, soft sweet potato, and a plum so sharp it sucked the juices out of your mouth.
Sashimi - raw, fresh fish in soft cuts that melt in your mouth.
Salmon sashimi - with sliced spring onion, grated daikon (Japanese radish), and enough wasabi to blow your nose off.
Light, fluffy Tempura - essentially fried vegetables and seafood, but unlike any frying we know in England. Juicy but not damp, succulent but not chewy, and lightly dusted with seasonings.
Beef sashimi - raw, succulent; simply floated away as you chewed, and you floated with it. The best of the lot.
And then, a light touch of novelty.
And then, the final, gratuitous, course. When you're already so full that you can't even eat the soft, fluffy rice that arrived Chinese-style at the end of the meal, well, you always have space for dessert, right?
Absolutely stuffed.
Two of the simplest, most powerful pleasures in life; beautiful food, and powerfully hot baths.
It made me smile a lot.
2 comments:
Hey Ol. I'm glad I've rediscovered your blog. I had been wondering why the previous one had gone quiet. Gawd bless the stalking powers of facebook letting me catch up on the goings on concerning the cousin in the land over where that there sun comes from.
You are providing me with much lovely reading. See you upon your return!
Oh and DAMN that meal looked excellent!
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