Friday, November 5, 2010

So simple, yet so delicious. (めっちゃ簡単やけど、めっちゃおいしいで。)

Ah, the subtle combination of savory and sour, strong and mild, all blended together to form the perfect winter delight...

Or any time, really, it's just that it happens to be particularly winter-esque right now, and I thought it an appropriate descriptor given the atmospheric conditions, and...


Of course, I speak of that legendary "get out of my house" Kyoto dish, お茶漬け (ochadzuke).

Yea, there's no translation because there is no translation. There is a description, which is basically green tea and assorted other accouterments poured over hot white rice and eaten like a kind of stew/soup/thing after meals, as a snack, or as a light lunch.

(That last one might just be me.)

Regardless, it is delicious.

Not particularly gorgeous, but simple comfort food rarely is.

I particularly like the juxtaposition with the gloves--really gives you a sense of how freakin' cold it is.

But I digress.

All you need to make your own bowl of deliciousness is some white rice (frozen leftovers work wonderfully for this, provided you reheat them in the microwave first), a packet of nori ochadzuke mix (like anyone makes this stuff from scratch any more), boiling water, and some tasty, tasty umeboshi.

And don't give me that nonsense about umeboshi being too sour, or not suited to foreign tastes, or whatever ridiculous excuse you've been touting for not eating them. They. Are. Delicious. End of story.

Put your ochadzuke mix on your rice, and tear up a couple of umeboshi to go with it. I usually go with about three. Each one should give you four to five good pieces. Then, all you do is pour your boiling water over the whole mix (usually enough to just cover the rice) and WHA-BAM, instant late-night snack guaranteed to delight the senses and burn the crap out of your tongue (provided you're as impatient with your hot food as I am.)

And if you live in Kyoto and are hosting a dinner party, you also have all of your guests out of the house in something like twenty minutes.

Not sure about the history of it, but it's general knowledge now that if you are served ochadzuke in a Kyoto household, the chef is politely asking you to get the hell out.

At least it's a tasty way to go, am I right?

As far as I know, however, eating it alone in front of your computer as you blog has no deeper meaning whatsoever.

... as far as I know.

This is Edo, signing off with a full stomach and a sleepy brain.

PS- Sure it was a short post, but it was something!

... here's another picture to appease you.

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