Rumi and I continued our walk. We walked, taking all the roads and lanes, being part of the noise of the street, stopping wherever the bars had left their doors open. We were getting drunk on shochu and our own spirits. Once, by mistake, we walked into a tavern’s kitchen…
I was out for an evening walk with my friend Rumi. Though it was the “First Winter” in the ancient calendar and winter winds blew, we didn’t need our…
2pm tea break in the home office: The hoshigaki (dried persimmons) that we’ve been eyeing impatiently since December as they hung under the eaves…
In Canada we have oranges aplenty. Odd because we don’t grow them. The bins of oranges (mostly Navels, sometimes Sevilles or Bloods) in Canadian…
This is a baby octopus on a stick. It’s stuffed with a quail egg. The red marinade makes it a bit sweet. That’s Kyoto style. You find them in Nishiki…
The word “economy” comes from Greek words meaning household management. Like this: These are daikon radish tops drying in the winter sun outside a…
The plum – ume, 梅 –, blossoms came suddenly and early this year, by a couple of weeks and ahead of the snow we are expecting today. Or maybe last year’s…
Shusho, the lingering autumn heat, is less lingering in the fresh morning. A fisherman in glossy waders, cigarette drooping from his lips, is standing…
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