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Thursday, December 29, 2005
Kaki Mizore Nabe
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- obachan
- Muroto, Kochi, Japan
- "OBACHAN" means a "middle-aged woman" or "aunty" in Japanese. .*************************. Having moved back to my hometown in April 2009, I live in one of the desperately underpopulated areas in Japan now. Let me share my life in a real countryside with aging parents living in the same house. And here in Muroto -- the place where I chose to live -- you can hear the heartbeat of the Earth! ;)
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9 comments:
Obachan
I am a fiend for soups too! Can I ask you what is that green powdery thing that is at the top layer of your porridge?
You are the best!
You're not alone. I crave healthier foods after eating a lot of fatty things, too. I love the idea of mizore-nabe. What a great name for a dish!
I got a Japanese cookbook called "Japanese Cooking: A Simple Art" for Christmas. I'm going to see if it has mizore-nabe in it!
wow! delish especially when u cook the leftover as porridge or rice gruel. *salivating*
I love oysters so this will be a big treat for me.
joanna
That green powdery thing is aonori (dried green laver flakes). Nice color contrast with the yellowy egg and orangey carrot, right?
Jen
Nice Christmas present you got! Try the recipes in the book and post, post, post!! :D
fooDcrazEE
I almost never finish a nabe dish without completing the porridge ritual.
boo_licious
To tell you the truth, I hated oysters when I was small, being traumatized by the cold, smelly and almost bitter oyster tempura of our school lunch. But now I really enjoy them. :)
Obachan - That looks so hearty & warming!
Hi Obachan,
You just pointed out a fact that puzzled me ever since I acquired some consciousness towards the curious world around me. When I was small, I did not have a taste for anything raw (oyster, sashimi, roe, fermented egg), pungent (natto, blue cheese, wasabe), salty (salted egg, salted fish), and the list goes on. It was fine for me as a kid to have one or two bites, but, given a choice, I would prefer not to have any. But then, as I grew older, I find myself getting more and more tolerable with their taste and smell. Then one day, as if by some miracle, I found myself being pretty much drawn towards them. It is funny to think that after all those unpleasant experience as a kid, those are the memories that still remain and turn out to be those you like best now. Well, the retribution is that I no longer have the opportunities to taste them again, except by some rare luck or special occasions.
Must... have... mizore... nabe... must... have... mizore... nabe... Thanks for the reminder, obachan! It's definitely mizore nabe season again. Yay! (adds daikon to the shopping list)
Kirk
Thanks. It was so comforting. :)
kelken
Isn’t it interesting how our food preferences change as we grow older? I guess many people feel the same way. Thanks for sharing your childhood memory.
Winslow
My, are you hypnotizing yourself?? :D OK. Have…mizore…nabe…have…a…good…one.
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