29 May 2007
writing. You have to change your mind. Shall we visit the Akita dog
In Haruno, the extended, rural neighboring municipality of the city of
Kochi, Fumika discovered some years ago a cheap, small restaurant by
accident, where eating outside feels good.
In a far too small kennel for the big, white haired animal stands a
curious dog. The race is connected to one of the northern prefectures:
Akita. When we come to eat over here, we always greet him [her?] first.
The restaurant can be found at a stone’s throw of J A, the
Japanese agricultural cooperation with impressive halls where products
of the surrounding fields and ‘vinylhouses’ are
and transported further by large, modern trucks.
One also can find a shop without finery with fresh vegetables and fish:
many numbers and reasonably priced, straight from farmers and the
fisher-boats one could say.
Let’s return to the eating table:
This time they had one of my favorites: fried oyster.
Salad with a dressing from the house, tomato, parsley, fresh crispy
slices of cabbage, lettuce and cucumber.
In the small closed, black bowl, up left, miso soup.
Up right: rice.
Takuan, [yellow] in sour marinated pickles and a small piece of
Cooked Surimi, a kind of ‘minced’ fish, slices of
carrot and black salsify.
Yokan: sweet beans paste.