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Traditional Japanese seasonal food: bamboo shoot

or, takenoko.  The edible shoots of the big bamboo species generally come up in Spring.  There are many ways to eat them: lightly simmered in dashi stock, deep-fried as tenpura or stir-fried with other seasonal vegetables.  However, my family favourite has always been the homely takenoko gohan, or bamboo shoots cooked with rice.  No matter how you cook the shoots, they need to be prepared the same way before they are edible.

First the shoot is topped and peeled, and then simmered in water to which has been added some okara (soy bean residue) and a touch of chile pepper.  The shoot is simmered gently till a wooden skewer passes through its thickest part nice and easily.  It is then removed from the stew-pot, rinsed, further peeled and left to cool at room temperature.

The shoot can then be chopped and is ready for cooking.

In this case, the bamboo shoot pieces are mixed with sliced abura-age (thin layered deep-fried tofu) and then mixed with washed rice and dashi, and cooked as regular rice – pressing a button, in the lazy case of using a domestic rice cooker.  The rice is ready in about 45 minutes, and the dish completed by placing one small branch of kinome (sansho pepper tree) on each diner’s bowl of hot steaming rice.

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Memories

old gyotaku appearing whilst clearing out my old stuff.  Whilst none of the fish were spectacular in size, each gyotaku lists the date, boat and place the fish was caught, and its particulars, and each one has a story to it. Just fingering through them brought back a host of memories: the first madai I ever caught; the first madai I caught on a rig entirely of my own construction; the marbled flounder I caught in Iwate when it was minus 7°C and nobody else caught anything; the young suzuki caught on a mebaru line that tasted so good when grilled; the giant aji (38cm) I snagged whilst caught in a genuine squall during Golden Week; the Pacific cod so big I had no washi paper that it would fit on, so I ripped up my bedsheet and printed it on that…happy, happy memories.  The genuine good fish gyotaku are of course, still on my wall.

A rare treat

Infant conger eel, eaten raw with just ponzu and the orthodox accompaniments (chilli-grated daikon radish and little green onion tops).  In Japanese these are called noresore.

noresore

More lacquering

This time culinary rather than angling: “collapsible” screw-in chopsticks.  These I bought with the screw fittings already set in the raw wood and the whole cut down to the right size; I just sanded the wood smooth, shaped the chopsticks a little and then lacquered them.  This time I used a technique called “Rubbed Urushi” which looks a little different to the kind of finish you get on bamboo fishing rods.

Most restaurants here in Japan will be happy for you to bring your own chopsticks as it saves them the expense of a pair of wooden ones, which are  thrown away after use.  If you eat out just one meal out of 21 in a week, in a year that is a saving of more than 50 pairs.  Some restaurants these days in fact try to cut down on their use of wood chopsticks and have changed to plastic washable ones, but unfortunately here in Japan in the snootier higher-end eateries, conspicuous consumption and conspicuous waste is a mark of status and rank and prestige, and these places will almost invariably serve out throw-away wood chopsticks, invariably contained in equally wasteful decorated paper wrappers.  It always amuses me to whip out my chopsticks, in restaurants high or low, to see the reaction of the proprietors and other customers.  My local bar and also my local sushi restaurant gladly take my chopsticks away and rinse them clean for me at the end of my meal.  For those who can’t/won’t lacquer their own chopsticks, there are several stores in Tokyo which specialise in chopsticks, for the gourmand.  They make excellent presents for friends and family, and if you can persuade even five of your acquaintances to carry their own chopsticks when they eat out in Japan, you are making a considerable difference.

Anyway, these chopsticks break down into halves 11cm long, so when wrapped up in their little printed bag can be easily stowed in one’s pocket or hand-bag.  The design of the bag print is a traditional Japanese motif called asa no ha, or ‘cannabis leaf.’  Before the Allied powers took control of Japan in 1945 and proscribed it, cannabis grew all over Japan, both cultivated and wild: in particular, its fibre was used to make clothing, twine and sandals, and its oil was used in traditional remedies.  The more enterprising among GIs stationed in rural areas amused themselves to soaring levels as they helped eradicate the ‘dangerous drug’ from Japan.  They were not entirely successful however, and to this day cannabis finds many uses in Japan.  My rod-making work clothes are made entirely from hemp fibre as it is tough, light and cool – the last being particularly important when so much time is spent sat in front of a charcoal brazier, and the many occasions where physical exertion is necessary.  A quick examination of festival-goers’ sandals will show they are made from wound hemp twine.  And even one of the seven ingredients of the traditional Japanese hot pepper powder shichimi (lit. “Seven Tastes”) is cannabis seed!

What is

New Year’s Day without a fire-exorcism at the local temple, followed by hot sake and stewed chitterlings, and the takoyaki octopus-tentacle; all before 9am?  From Tokyo, wishing you big catches, safe journeys at sea and all the best for 2013.

Not forgetting grilled ayu sweetfish on a stick…

Eating Sri Lanka (2)

Sri Lankan cuisine became one of my favourite foods ever since first visiting in 2007; I ate very well this time round too.

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Negombo, Sri Lanka

One of my favourite places in the world: the port town of Negombo in west Sri Lanka.  It is also a tourist spot with travellers often starting or ending their trip to Sri Lanka here as the international airport is close by.  There is a nice sand beach opening out onto the Indian Ocean and to the south of the town, the Negombo lagoon with mangrove swamps lining its southern shore.

The people of Negombo are intimately connected with the sea: the town’s largest industry is commercial fishing, ahead of even tourism, and Dutch fluyts and Portuguese caravels left their mark long before the British arrived, both physically – there is a Dutch-built fort overlooking the harbour and a Dutch-cut canal long enough to take you to the next town – and spiritually, with the town being home to a very large Roman Catholic community. Many, many locals will answer to  names such as Joseph or Jude and Negombo is often referred to as ‘Little Rome.’  At almost every street corner there is a roadside Catholic shrine, this particular one devoted to a somewhat nautical Virgin Mary, keeping a watchful eye on those at sea.

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