Saturday, January 30, 2010

Traditional Japanese hamburgers

That's what you can get at this gourmet hamburger shop in Tokyo.

The article mentions that the cafe owner worked at MOS Burger before McDonalds. Burger is an interesting chain found all over Japan. (I've also gone to MOS Burger in Taiwan.) They serve much nicer food than McDonalds. The story I've heard is that it was a McDonalds clone until the son took over from the father. (See the History of MOS Burger. In 1997, the founder died. Later that year, "Sales of Fresh Burger" begin, right after, "The mineral-rich vegetables and reliable beef are introduced to all MOS Burger outlets in Japan.") He didn't like fast food, so he decided to upgrade the chain and serve gourmet semi-fast food. The food really is good, though a bit heavy on the mayonnaise for my tastes. This cafe in Tokyo sounds like they serve similar food, perhaps a bit higher grade still.

You can also get really, really bad burgers in Japan. Often, at festivals, amidst the kiddie masks and corn dogs (called American Dogs here) you can find a stall selling plain burger patties, often cooked hours before and kept vaguely warm. They look revolting.

These gourmet burgers sound like a typical Japanese adaptation of foreign food. In fact, I often think that one of the great themes of Japanese history is the adaptation, and often perfection, of things foreign. Food, gardens, electronics, the Japanese adapt what they import and make it both typically Japanese (like these burgers, ketchup-free) and often much higher quality than the imported original.

On the other hand, I wonder about the comment that the guy in Tokyo cooks the burgers in canola oil. Japanese beef is famously fatty. Why would he need to add any oil to the grill when he cooks the ground meat patties?

This reminds me of a conversation I had with an English friend when he followed me into the kitchen of my flat in York, to see how I was going to cook the cheeseburgers I had promised for dinner. "I want to see how many eggs you put in," he said.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Whale

No, I've never eaten it and never will. In fact, I gave up eating the meat of mammals about 17 years ago. But a few people eat whale meat in Japan. Very few. In fact, although the Japanese government sometimes makes a big deal about whale meat being a traditional Japanese food, it was never really common and, except for about 100 years from about 1860 to about 1960, it has always been really, really rare. Before the Japanese started adapting Western technology, their ships just weren't big enough to chase whales. For the past half century, international pressure and changing tastes have just about driven the whale off Japanese tables. My wife tells me that when she was a schoolgirl, she occasionally got whale meat in her school lunch. She hated it.

But, as I said, a few people here still eat it, and those few may be suffering for their experience. According to this article in Japan Today, the more whale you eat, the higher the level of mercury in your hair. As I understand it, that's not a good thing. In fact, the Japanese are normally extremely sensitive about mercury pollution because of the trauma of Minamata Disease (ミナマタびょう), which was caused by the same methyl mercury found in some fish, shellfish, and whales. (Articles on mercury in whale meat: 1 2 3 4.)

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

One more vending machine

Sudachi-kun



The national junior high school sports festival was held in Tokushima Prefecture in the summer of 1993. This character was created to be the festival mascot and he's hung on as the prefectural mascot. A sudachi is a small citrus used mostly for sauces, though they are sometimes served with sashimi so you can squeeze a bit of juice into your soy sauce. I found this plush toy sitting on a seat in the Prefectural International Exchange library when I went to borrow "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" today. You can see statues of Sudachi-kun here and there and meet him, with a real live person inside, at all kinds of local events.

Roadside rice


You can still find these all over, a true testament to the importance of rice. You buy a 10 kg. bag of rice from a vending machine and, at some of the machines, you can have it milled for you in a separate hopper.


Konbu on rice

I had konbu on rice with breakfast this morning.

Hokkaido konbu.

Which is pretty easy to do, since most of the konbu sold in Japan is farmed up north around Hokkaido although the highest per capita consumption of konbu is actually all the way in the south, in Okinawa.


But everybody in Japan eats konbu every day, whether they notice or not. It's one of the basic ingredients of the most common form of dashi, the clear broth that's the basis for nearly every soup and most sauces.

Konbu, as you may or may not know, isn't technically a plant. It's a eukaryote which used to be considered part of the plant kingdom, when I was in school. (That may tell you how old I am.) It's a kind of algae; in other words, seaweed, to use crude English that makes it sound like something nobody would ever eat unless they were starving. But it's good, healthy, and often delicious food, especially when prepared, as here, with shiso and shoyu. (That's perilla and soy sauce.) The package proudly proclaims the origin of the konbu, with an outline map of Hokkaido to make things perfectly clear.

Quite a bit of Japanese food comes from Hokkaido, particularly seaweed, fish, dairy products, potatoes, and wheat. In part that's because Hokkaido is by far the largest prefecture in Japan, with a small population. It also has broad plains, well suited for mechanized agriculture, something that doesn't work well on the typical 1/4 to 3 acre plots of land around here and elsewhere on the other Japanese islands.

But I think it's also partly because food from Hokkaido has a certain cachet. Just as the phrase Swiss Made gives watches a certain character for quality and style, Hokkaido food suggests a connection with the land of bears, the great Sapporo Ice Festival, and hardy farmers. They sell Hokkaido foods at special events at our local Sogo Department Store and sometimes even in the main train train station in Tokushima City.

I suppose, if I were really into it, eating Hokkaido konbu on my rice would make me feel ready for a long walk in the cold mountains. But I think not. I think I'll have another cup of tea. And the tea doesn't come from Hokkaido. It comes from Ceylon. But at least it's "High Grown."

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

100% Handmade American Hamburgers


That what they say.

Too many vending machines



Really, is Sweat any worse a name for a drink than Gatorade?

Sort-of food

Weak coffee in Japan goes by the name American Coffee.


Energy drinks

Shouldn't this be La Cola, grammatically speaking?






Valentine's Day is coming 2

Ads at the post office:






Sunday, January 24, 2010

Valentine's Day is coming

Which in Japan means women have to buy a lot of chocolate. Men give chocolate a month later, March 14, White Day.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Local winter vegetables

From the farmers' market 10 minutes' walk from home. The total came to 1020 yen, a little over $10 U.S.


Except for the bananas.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Big America (burgers, from McD)

McDonald's Japan has a new series of hamburgers, Big America cheeseburgers. They come in four varieties:
  • Texas Burger -- with smokey bacon and spicy bbq sauce
  • New York Burger -- "clubhouse sandwich style' with bacon, lettuce, and tomato
  • California Burger -- with red wine sauce
  • Hawaiian Burger -- with a fried egg

I don't suppose any of these are available in the U.S. are they? Or maybe under different names?

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Historical food week

They're having an historical food week at my daughter's school.They're showing them the history of school lunches in Japan. At least, the post-WWII history of school lunches. As far as I can understand from the handout she brought home:
  • Monday they had grilled fish and onigiri, a rice ball with a strip of nori wrapped partially around it.
  • Then they had an American influenced lunch with bread and milk added.
  • Finally, they get their regular lunch of rice, soup with vegetables, and meat and vegetable main course, and milk.
It should add a little interest to what is, after all, pretty much the same old thing. My daughter asked me what I had for school lunch when I was a kid. Now, that was practically in the Jurassic Era. In elementary school, I brought a sandwich or two and maybe some fruit. (and chocolate?) In junior high I went across the street and ate two hamburgers. In high school I chose whichever of the two horrors presented looked less horrible. I've had Japanese school lunch a few times. It's no improvement.

The same goes for Japanese hospital food. The only good food is the sushi your friends and family bring in to you.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Winter crops

Carrots under plastic, peas out in the air

No, the winters aren't very cold here.






Lotus field in winter


Good name for a large supermarket

Monday, January 18, 2010

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Grandma's homemade sushi

Well, technically my mother-in-law's, but the usual way to name people within a family makes her Grandma.


It's saba, horse mackeral, with a little uzu peel added into the sushi rice and sliced ginger on top. I ate three of these for dinner last night and one for breakfast this morning. They're that good.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Japanese cakes

Here's the ad from Il Rosa.




















They have, as you can see, gorgeous cakes and cute cakes. I wish I could say they have delicious cakes, but they're just sort of okay in the taste department. Like nearly all Japanese patisseries, their cakes lack the depth of flavor that you would expect from someplace where they take such care with how the cake looks. They're sweet and creamy and the fruit toppings are fresh and attractive.

I mention them because we have four chou au crème in the refrigerator right now. When we went to the wedding on Saturday, my daughter made friends with another little girl and invited her over. Her parents dropped her off for two hours yesterday while they went shopping. They brought over a box of what is called in Japanese "shoe cream" or at least least, that's what it sounds like. These shoe cream are pretty popular here, and Il Rosa has the best, at least the best I've had so far. Too bad I don't really like them. I prefer anything with chocolate. (Valentine's Day is just over the horizon!)

Wedding food

A friend got married on Saturday and I should show you the pictures of the glorious food they served, but I can't. Just before the start of the ceremony, I dropped my camera. A new one is on order right now. But I can tell you about it, anyway.

After the ceremony (two familiar hymns, including Amazing Grace, with Lohengrin before and Midsummer Nights' Dream after, followed by the Ode to Joy), we went to a private room in the restaurant on the 18th floor, the tallest building downtown. Here's what was served, in order:

  1. Cold tea and juice
  2. Asahi Super Dry (for the toast)
  3. Sashimi (a bit of tai, which sounds like part of omedetai, congratulations)
  4. Sushi (I had to ask specially for some without wasabi for my daughter)
  5. Soup
  6. Braised salmon and scallop ( a little bit of each)
  7. Sherbert flavored with fresh uzu juice
  8. A small steak
  9. A Japanese course of sekihan (red beans with rice), soup, and an umeboshi
  10. Vanilla and strawberry sherbert with a cookie

It was all tasty and really gorgeous.
Have I forgotten anything?

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Baking bread

I started baking my own bread by hand in September. I had used a bread machine starting in 1993, but got inspired by eating my wife's handmade bread when we lived in California. The first few loaves I made were Irish soda bread, from a recipe and directions sent to me by a friend and former student who now lives in Ireland. But around the 3rd week in September, I started making yeast bread and was surprised how easy it was to make decent bread. Not great bread, certainly. Not even very good bread, perhaps, but decent bread, much better than I can buy around here except at great price and limited variety in a few bakeries.

Gradually, my bread has improved in flavor and texture. Yesterday I made my first biga using 1 cup of bread flour, 1 1/2 cups of water, and 1 teaspoon of active yeast.

Here's what it looked like after I mixed it up:



















After one hour:




















After four hours:



















In the morning, after a night in a cold room:



















In the oven:





















And ready to eat:

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Dressing up your rice

I've talked about this before, and I'll undoubtedly talk about it again. Rice is often eaten with something on it or mixed in it to give it more flavor. Furikake, which according to this posting was invented about  a century ago and was meant to be a calcium supplement, is the flavor supplement of choice for children anytime and many adults at breakfast. This morning I topped some rice with plain boiled shiitake leftover from our oshechi.

I suspect that part of the reason furikake and similar toppings are so common is that plain white rice is just that, very plain. In the U.S., how many people eat bread or potatoes without putting anything on them? Butter is the most common flavor supplement. How many people, in Italy or anywhere else, eat spaghetti totally plain? So why is it that some (many? most?) Japanese eat their plain white rice totally unadulterated at least part of the time?

I think it comes down to the iconic statue of rice in general which, to modern Japanese, has become synonymous with white rice. Rice is and has long been one of the symbols of Japan and the Japanese. Back in the Edo Era, the 17th, 18th, and first half of the 19th centuries, Japanese scholars started a custom of writing what have come to be called nihonjinron, essays about what it means to be Japanese. One theme common to most of these essays is a statement that Japanese rice is the most delicious and most nutritious rice in the world. I think it's fair to say that neither of these statements is correct. Certainly if you want to talk about nutrition, there's no contest. Most Japanese rice these days is eaten as white rice, and few nutritionists would be willing to defend white rice as nutritionally superior to brown.

Those few are, of course, mostly Japanese. My wife recently showed me a book by a Japanese doctor that claims, among other things, that there's a poison in rice bran that must be removed if you want your mitochondria to function properly. Some years ago a Japanese newspaper printed a series of articles that made a related claim. The idea was, as I recall, that Japanese are genetically (I think the article said racially) of the Mongolian type, and thus, for proper development of the brains, Japanese children needed to be brought up in extended , not nuclear, families, on a diet rich in fish and (of course) white rice.

Possibly the greatest absurdity of the argument that Japanese rice is the tastiest in the world is that it's generally put forward by people who have never tasted any non-Japanese rice. The import of rice is extremely tightly controlled. Rice sold for consumption in the usual way, as opposed to rice used in the factory construction of food, is 100% Japanese. Certainly the 19th century Japanese scholars who trumpeted this idea had never tasted imported rice.

Personally, I find Japanese brown rice compares favorably with other brown rice. It's only when you strip off those outer layers that it seems to fall behind Indian basmati and Thai Jasmin rice for flavor.

But enough of that. I was talking about toppings, to give rice flavor. One of the resons that's so necessary now is that white rice has taken over about 99.5% of the rice consumption activity. I don't know exactly when that happened, when the Japanese changed from eating the whole grain to eating only about 65% or less. The technology for polishing rice is old. But rice used to be consumed mostly by the samurai class, who collected it as rent. Most people were farmers who had to pay rice as rent to whatever samurai family was their overlord. Whatever rice they could keep after the rent was due was no doubt eaten whole, to save money and maximize the productivity of the field, and also, of course, to maximize nutrition, though that probably wasn't the conscious intention of the farmers. What did they know, right?

Actually, they may have known quite a bit, since it was the custom in rural districts, even as recently as the 1980s, to serve rice mixed with millet or barley to school children once or twice a month. I suspect that the custom of eating rice mixed with other grains was widespread, but documentation has so far eluded me. Probably the scholars who used to write about rice and extol its virtues didn't really know much of anything about how most of their fellow countrymen lived.

Sometime in the 19th century, starting in the cities with the merchant class, rice on the table changed from brown to white.This was an expression of growing affluence, and also of varied diets, which allowed people to survive even though they were throwing away the B vitamins and magnesium found in the outer layers of their rice. Now, white rice is so dominant that I've only ever seen it in a restaurant once, and never in a private home except my own, in all my years living in Japan. Furikake, however, is found everywhere, providing a little flavor where flavor has been removed in the milling process.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Monday, January 4, 2010

Still working on the osechi -- 2

But at least it almost all fits in the refrigerator now.

Food, names, and magic

A lot of the foods eaten as osechi have names that tie them in with good wishes.

  • Kinton, one word for sweet potato, can also mean block of gold.
  • Kuromame, black beans, includes the word mame, which means working hard, which presupposes health and leads to wealth.
  • Kobumaki, rolled konbu, includes kobu, which means pleasure. 
  • Kachiguri, dried chestnuts, sounds a bit like katsu, which means victory.
  • and so on.

Of course, black beans are eaten throughout the year, konbu is eaten in some form almost every day by many Japanese, and sweet potatoes are certainly an everyday food. It's only at New Year's that the food takes on this special significance. That's because of the magic of names. Japanese, after all, avoid using one one of the standard ways to pronounce the word four because that word, shi, sounds like the word for death.

Words have power. Words are magic. They invoke the nature of the thing they refer to, and by extension, what may seem like a pun, "Let's eat some good luck now," is actually a magical activity. That's why people's names are so important, and not just in Japan. As an elementary school teacher, I've always been very careful to pronounce students' names "properly" -- that is, the way they want them to be pronounced. If you mangle a person's name, you are doing violence to the person, the essence, the self-image of that person. Some people have taken to referring to President Obama as Omoslem. That's their way of insulting him, to tie his name to a religion that they apparently despise and consider un-American.

With food at New Year's in Japan, this sort of association makes eating a religious activity very similar to the practice of visiting shrines and buying omikuji. You buy a random inscription of good or bad luck and, if it's bad (for example shō-kyō, small curse 小凶) you fold up the paper and tie it to a pine tree which will be growing, handily, next to the place you get the slip of paper. That's because the word for pine tree is matsu, which is also the verb wait, so you're magically hoping the bad fortune will wait by the pine tree and not follow you in the new year.


It's magic. So, in these last few days, we've been stuffing ourselves with happiness (kobu), victory (katsu), and especially wealth (kinton). It's tasted good. But now we have to get busy (mame) and walk off those calories, without losing all that good fortune. Wish us luck!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Osechi -- again.


Extremely simple breakfast

We took a sort of semi-break from osechi this morning -- at least, we only ate osechi as side dishes. Instead, we had rice and miso soup. My wife and daughter had tofu in their soup. I had a raw egg, You can see the soup is still a bit yellow. After a few minutes, the heat of the soup made the egg sort of semi-cooked.

Raw eggs used to be a staple of Japanese breakfasts, but few young people eat them anymore, preferring scrambled or sunny side up. When I'm served a raw egg at breakfast at an inn, I usually break it, add the yolk to my miso soup, and discard the white. Most older Japanese will break the egg into a bowl, beat it with their chopsticks, and put it on top of a bowl of rice. Some will mix with it natto. Young Japanese at inns normally leave it on the serving tray.


















The umeboshi is from the local farmers' market. The label tells who grew and made it and where they live. (Two valleys to the south of here.) The ingredients are listed as ume, salt, and shiso. That's my kind of food. The list of ingredients is very short.

Umeboshi is normally translated "pickled plum" although actually it's made from an apricot, not a plum.

Still working on the osechi

But supplemented.






















And my wife decided it was time to make some nice walnut raisin rolls.

(Unfortunately, she's the only one in the family who likes them.)

Friday, January 1, 2010

Jubako loaded with osechi

































But they almost got lost in the shuffle on the table at my in-laws' house: