Japan

January 02, 2008

A Long Cold Ride

We live in an old neighborhood, so, when just a block from us, a new sidewalk is being laid, it's big news. Even bigger is the news that the sidewalk actually turns into a sort of greenbelt, blazing a trail along the creek through the woods.

We set out today to make our first official bike trek down the trail. We knew that it would be a long, cold ride, but I remembered a coffee house about halfway on the loop down the trail and back around side streets to our home. So, I thought with a little hot chocolate pit stop, we should be able to make it.

This idea actually held a deep satisfaction for me, because I would very much like it if we could ride our bikes more places. We just don't live in the kind of community where you can forgo a car altogether, and just get by on pedal power.

Japan comes to mind (as it often does).

The Way They Roll

I could have taken hundreds of photos of long stretches of bikes, just like this one. With gas at about $6 a gallon, and parking ridiculously expensive and difficult, bike riding seems to be the preferred method of transportation. There, every bike has a basket, many have seats for children on the back, and some even have seats for children on the back AND the front. * (edited to add a footnote about the masks people wear in Japan - see bottom)

So, off we went, feeling full of adventure and proud that we had an actual place to GO on our bikes. It didn't take long though, for the tales of woe concerning frozen fingers and cheeks to begin.

We braved on, and reached our destination only seconds before we faced certain death by way of hypothermia (that can happen at 48 degrees, right? :-). We arrived at the coffee house.... the very closed, and in fact OUT OF BUSINESS coffee house.

It took all that I had to rally the troops. We pedaled on and finally made it to our gym, which has a cafe, and thankfully, hot chocolate. Make it a tall, and throw in a raspberry fudge brownie for the arctic explorers, please. (Why do they have things like that at the gym?)

Long Warm Drink

Note how all ten of his little digits are soaking in the warmth of that drink!

The boys thawed, and managed to make the trek home again. You should have heard their tales for Daddy though. I think they might have even conjured up a polar bear for effect.

Hope you are staying warm today!

* About those surgical masks that you see Japanese people wearing in a lot of my photos... It's actually really cool. People wear them there if they have allergies, to keep out the pollen, or if they have a cold, to spare others, or if they have something big coming up (an exam, or vacation, say) and don't want to risk getting sick. I saw TONS of people with them, even little kids. I think it's such a nice idea, keeping your germs to yourself.

December 17, 2007

Way of the gods

Kiyomizudera Temple

It would be hard, impossible probably, to visit Kyoto and NOT end up at a temple or shrine. I mean, considering that the city is home to around about 3,000, there's one every which way that you turn.

Interestingly though, at least among the handful that we toured, they are all really distinct and have their own unique purpose and beauty. I was really excited, as someone who considers her faith basic to her daily life, to see the heart of Japanese worship.

These are ancient places, either dedicated to a particular Shinto god (shrines), or to the practice of Zen Buddhism (temples).

On our very fist night in Kyoto, we visited Kiyomizudera, which was having a special "light up ceremony" which, apparently, only happens three times a year. Basically it means the place, and the grounds, are lit up like Christmas. The atmosphere is similarly festive. We went back again, a couple of days later to experience it by the light of day.

To arrive at Kiyomizuderu, you must ascend a winding little street, surrounded by shops. Each of them is bursting with trinkets, pottery and cloth goods, which threaten to distract you from your mission. I could have spent days there and never made it to the top at all. There's also loads of yummy mochi, ice cream and other treats being offered to the tourists, pilgrims, and most especially the laughing school kids on field trip.

Japanese School Chums

Owing to the special event, the place was CROWDED. We were pressed so close that I was nearly carried up by sheer force of the crowd.

Ascent to Kiyomizudera Temple

Once we reached the top, we gawked at the beautiful architecture for a bit, and marveled at the view of Kyoto and the surrounding countryside.

View From Kiyomizudera Temple

Then, before I knew exactly what happened, I found myself shoeless, entering a pitch black tunnel meant to represent "the great mother's" womb. I seriously could not see my hand before my face. It was cold. Panic and dread swept over me (read: impending claustrophobic snit) . I was supposed to be looking for a glowing stone that would bring good luck. I saw it and booked it out of there FAST!

Outside, if you are so inclined, you can drink from the famed waterfall, to gain wisdom, love or health. You can walk, eyes closed, from one love stone to another. If you make it, it is said that you will find your true love.

You can hang your wishes for the coming year.

Wishes and Prayers

You can participate in tea ceremony or stop for noodles.

You can have your fortune told. If you like your fortune, take it with you. If you don't, hang it and leave it behind.

Bad Luck

You can light a candle. I'm not real clear why, but you can. I think it has something to do with the smoke carrying your prayers to the gods or your ancestors.

Prayers

You can toss coins and ring a bell that will carry up your prayers. You can rub this statue for healing. If your shoulder hurts, you rub the shoulder. If your leg hurts, rub the leg, and so on.

Healing

It was a lot to take in. The unfamiliarity, the festivity, the bustling, laughter, the lights at night, or the amazing foliage during the day, the smell of tea and mochi, girls in uniform or kimono, not a sign I could read or a word in English. All strange and at once alarming and gorgeous.

Japan, in other words. Japan.

December 13, 2007

Kanpai!

Yuzu Tea

I get it now.

We rode the shinkansen (bullet train) from Tokyo to Kyoto during our stay in Japan. Along the way I kept seeing these blurry trees laden with some manner of orangish yellow fruit whiz by.

My hostess, Mariko. Told me they were Japanese Yuzu. "Not for eating. Too sour. Skins are for smelling and spicing."

At the time I found this kind of mysterious and strange (not unlike a lot of what I'd learned already about Japan.) Fields and fields of fruit grown only for their skins? Just because they smell good?

This was before I smelled it. Now, I have Yuzu flavored jelly, dried and candied yuzu peel, yuzu lip balm and yuzu bath powder. It's that good.

It is such a treat for me to mix a couple of teaspoons of the jelly with warm water and taste Japan all over again.

Yuzu is just one of the many wonderful things to drink in Japan though.

You've got your sake (here, great barrels of it are stacked at a temple in Kyoto - for the gods, or the worshipers, I do not know.)

Sake

Sake is rice wine, and strong stuff. We drank ours (cold and apple-y) from little kanji covered wooden boxes which overflow onto a pretty little tray. I don't know if it was just the atmosphere or what, but I liked it WAY more than I ever have before.

If sake doesn't bring you the luck you're after though, get yourself to the nearest shrine or temple. Kyoto is home to more than 3,000 of them, so it shouldn't be too hard to find one.

At many of them, you will find lots of little fountains, flanked by these curious long handled dippers. You are to use them to drink the waters you need (there are fountains for luck on exams, health, love and more.)

Holy Waters

If you're still parched, stop at one the bazillion and one vending machines on your way down from the temple mount. There are vending machines EVERYWHERE in Japan. These are not your standard variety either. This goes WAY beyond water, soda and sports drinks. You can find all kinds of juices, blends of roots and spices, teas, cold coffees, even beer, on every street corner.

I asked our sweet 22 year old hostess, Mikiko, how they kept teenagers from buying beer from the vending machines and she made the funniest face, like she'd never thought of it before. "I don't know. I guess they are too busy with school!"

Huh. Call me crazy, but I'm pretty certain that American teenagers might have a different approach.

Japanese Vending Machines

What? Not yet quenched? On the train home, you will be offered yet MORE drinks. Again, an astonishing array, sake, wine, beer, teas, juices. They definitely do NOT want you to waste one minute being thirsty!

Shinkansen Fare

Careful now, you've drank an awful lot, and we've not yet had a discussion about Japanese bathrooms. I'm thinking that something a little stiffer than green tea is in order before we go there!

Kanpai!

THIS is where we are fortunate, friends! Japanese beer is GOOD and not hard to find in the states. Here, we were at the Ginza Lion Brew House. At home though, I've run across Kirin and also Asahi. If you're feeling adventurous, pick some up next time you're at the grocery. You won't be sorry.

And never fear... if the wonderful Japanese wine, sake or beer takes it's toll, there's always coffee for the morning, or heck, any old time.

Inoda Coffee

This, the oldest coffee house in Kyoto, serves up a deep, rich, frothy blend that made this non coffee drinker buy her own bag. Coffee is all over the place in Japan. We drank it iced and steaming hot, topped with whipped cream, swimming in chocolate and straight. I left perfectly able to do without the stuff, I came home craving my daily cuppa.

No discussion of Japanese drink would be complete without mention of the tea ceremony.

That though... that is a story all it's own.

For now, suffice it to say that with my hands wrapped 'round a warm tea cup, eyes closed and breathing in Japan.. I get it now, this affair they have with their drink. I truly do.

December 12, 2007

Tidings of Comfort and Joy

So, about that whole jet lag business.

It's not so much that I'm tired, as it is that I'm just clueless, walking around all dreamy like and unable to focus. It's weird, like someone slipped me some funny brownies or something.

I keep bumping into things, and even people. At the grocery store today I actually knocked into someone and then excused myself... in Japanese. Picture it... clutzy hispanic looking woman, very white looking kids, and she's speaking Japanese. Huh?

That said, I will now blather on about nothing at all. It's all I'm currently capable of.

My mom brought us a light up Santa to go by our front door.

This might be the best possible Christmas present for a big ol sap like me, because we had one very like it growing up. In fact, it sits by her front door to this day (the ninth front porch it has graced over the years). On the left is the one I grew up gazing upon. On the right, Ryder is chatting up the new one.

Santas

In other news (aka shameless bragging on my spawn) my oldest is completely freaking me out with his bigness these days.

He now not only reads to himself, just for fun, (when did that happen?) he also reads to his brothers.

Reading By The Tree

Whoa.

He teaches himself to play Christmas music on the piano too.

Jolly Old St. Nicholas

"Jolly Old St. Nicholas," while adorable in every way, goes on and on and on all day long, a la Janie, in "It's a Wonderful Life" just before her Daddy loses it and runs out the door to jump off a bridge.

I'm just saying.

It isn't only my children that are leaving me slack jawed in amazement though. I have received not one but TWO completely unexpected and entirely thoughtful gifts from fellow bloggers.

First, Sherrie of Frenchy Finds. Sent me this adorable Japanese Christmas mug to add to my collection, and a hysterical tribute to my fondness for whacking away at paper with my X-acto. Can you believe that? I couldn't. A box of perfectly thoughtful, and absolutely me gifts, just because. Amazing.

Gifts From Sherrie

Then Molly, of A Foothill Home Companion sent along this bunch of goodness:

Gifs From Molly

That's a little vintage owl plaque, (three owls, looking a lot like three little boys that I know), noodles that I ogled after reading about her amazing chicken noodle soup recipe, and hand embroidered napkins for each of my fellas. Those are going to be used for the first time tomorrow, as place mats under my guy's new Bento boxes. Be sure to check out Molly's unbelievably gorgeous wares at her new shop.

Speaking of food and jet lag, I'm subsisting at the moment on peppermint bark that we made together, and gobs of coffee.

Tidings of Comfort and Joy

And I'm thinking that eventually all that sugar and caffeine might drive me to actually DO something with the gorgeous fabric and craft books that I brought home from Japan.

It's maybe going to be a little while though, before I trust my clumsy self with the scissors and heavy machinery.

December 11, 2007

"Itadakimasu"

Tea Time

There's so very much to say about gorgeous, inspiring Japan. So much, that I have a very hard time knowing where to begin.

So, what say I just dive in, commence with the shameless rambling, and you just let me know when you've had enough?


** by way of disclaimer, let me just say that I spent 6 days in Japan, with native hosts that showed me around 3 different cities. When I talk about what I learned there, please know that something may be off in my interpretation. Some things could be more specific to my hosts than the Japanese people as a whole, or perhaps the region in which I travelled. So, if you find any glaring errors, know that they are unintentional, and please do set me straight!**

Let's get 'er rolling with a discussion of Japanese cuisine.

I'll be honest. I was a little concerned about what on earth I would be asked to eat in Japan. I found myself relishing my meal on the plane, thinking this could be my last taste of "real food" for a while.

Tempura and Eel

All I knew about Japanese food involved sushi, edamame, and miso soup, and while I love each of those things, I had a hard time imagining eating only that for a week.

Take it from me though, should you ever land yourself in Tokyo, or thereabouts, you will not starve. In fact, you may just find your palate forever changed. I needn't have worried. Japanese food is good good good.

A run down of all that I learned about food and dining in Japan could provide me with blog posts for days, maybe weeks to come, but I will try to give you a quick overview, then maybe, some other time, come back and focus on some of the more intimate details of ingredients, techniques and what not.

In Japan, food is serious business. Everything, from how the food is grown, to how it is prepared, to when and where it is eaten, to presentation and how it is served, each little detail, is carefully considered.

This is a centuries old food culture. Food is not just filling the tank in Japan, it is ritual wrapped up in relationship, topped off with spirituality. It is art.

We tried a variety of foods during our visit, sushi, of course, tempura, shabu shabu, skiyaki, teppanyaki, soba noodles, curry over rice, even treats, like mochi (a sweet gummy rice confection that my mom thinks tastes a bit like cookie dough), yokan (a sort of thick jelly stuff made from beans and sugar), and dorayaki (something like a pancake, filled with sweet bean paste). No matter what we were served though, we always, ALWAYS were told about the healthfulness and quality of the ingredients. With each new dish, we were being given, not just sustenance, but an offering, a sort of "our best to you."

It is no wonder that at the beginning of each meal, the Japanese say, "itadakimasu", which literally means, "I'm about to receive". As best I can tell, it is just a statement that acknowledges that what sits before you is a gift, from the earth, and from the series of hands that have brought it to your plate. This little phrase is so ingrained in the Japanese mindset that people will say it even when dining alone.

Fresh

Some other things to know, if ever you dine in Japan:

* you will be given, at the front of each meal, a wet towel, with which to clean your hands. I love this.

* you will be given a LOT of food. Don't let that whole thing about America's portion sizes being out of control fool you! Japanese people eat just as much, but never on one plate. Where we usually have one main dish with a couple of sides, the Japanese will have many small elements to a meal. You may have a variety of vegetable courses, a tofu dish, a soup, a slaw like salad, a fish course, a meat course and then rice followed by a sweet or a fruit dish. The Japanese LOVE to eat, and it shows! The good news is, eating a lot of their kind of food is far better for you than eating a lot of ours.

Sushi

* organic and humanely grown is pretty much the standard in Japan. My host told me that "we don't use poisons on our food, we use ducks"

"What?" I said, thinking this was some Japanese word for bug repellent.

"Ducks. We put a few in the field and they eat the bugs and weeds."

So, just know that what you are eating may not be something that suits your tastes, but it will be healthy and of good quality. It will also be true to your current season.

We lucked out to be there in the fall, when may of the markets we visited were roasting Japanese yams over hot rocks. It smells DIVINE! It would be hard to resist picking them up in newspaper and munching them while you shop.

Roasted Japanese Yams

*never leave your chopsticks in your rice bowl. This is the way rice is offered to the dead, and it is very offensive if you do this. I know, because I did it, and was set straight.

* Don't plan on cereal or muffins or even eggs and bacon for breakfast. Soup, salad, steamed veggies, rice and fish are more likely. This was very very hard for me to get used to. At one of our hotels, you could choose from the breakfast buffet. On the one side was traditional western fare (croissant, toast, bagels, omelet, bacon, cereals) on the other, soup, rice, and steamed veggies. It completely blew my mind that all the Japanese people were passing right by the biscuits and scooping up broccoli and halibut for breakfast. BREAKFAST!

*If your host orders lobster at a teppanyaki restaurant, it will be brought out live, and flopped on the hot grill to agonize before your very eyes. The moment it stops moving, it will be served to you. You will feel kind of bad, until you taste it, and then you move right past the horror and right on to the exclaiming of "Oh ee she" (a phonetic spelling of a word that means "delicious!")

Lobster, Tepanyaki Style

* if you ever get to Japan, don't miss your chance to see the buying and selling of food. Whether it is the festival like tents in front of temples and shrines, bustling markets, farmer's stands, or even the grocery store you will be AMAZED by the array of food choices. I was astounded to find that the vast majority of the offerings were things I could not even identify. There were rows upon rows of fruits and veggies that I'd never seen. There are miles and miles of varied spices (even a few that are not meant to alter the flavor but only to give a pleasing scent to the dish), gazillions of different fish (many of which were displayed live in tanks), and heaps of ballish, jelloish things I could not name if I'd had to.

Tsukuba Farmer's Market

*go ahead and slurp your noodles.

* sip your soup right from the bowl, no spoon.

*you may or may not be dining tatami style (meaning sitting on a cushion on the floor with a very low table). Many Japanese homes have regular western style tables for everyday use, and tatami for more formal dining.

"Itadakimasu"

* use the itty bitty slotted spoon to pick up the tofu. It's darn near impossible with chopsticks. It is though, perfectly okay to bring your bowl very close to your mouth to make shorter the distance your chopsticks need travel.

* be a good sport and try what you are offered. Japanese people will not be offended if you do not like something, but when you consider the care and thought that goes into their food, you will understand that they are quite impressed and very honored when you make an effort to at least try.

*if all else fails and you simply cannot find something to love within the bounds of Japanese fare (something I can't imagine) know that American food has pervaded their country and won't be hard to find. Denny's, KFC, Wendy's, pizza and ice cream are all over the place.

I never felt the slightest urge in that direction though. Not the slightest.

What will be hard to find is a stinking Diet Coke! Convenience stores, restaurants and vending machines alike will have Coke Zero, but no Diet Coke.

Kyoto McDonalds

*in the end, when you are full and reeling from the sheer vastness of delicious food offerings that have past your plate, don't forget to tell the restaurant staff, or your host, the traditional end of meal phrase: "gochisōsama deshita" which means, "it was a feast."

I have no doubt that you will mean it when you say it!


December 10, 2007

Japan, How Do I Count the Ways?

Good Luck

Jet Lag.

It's a crazy wild thing.

I left Tokyo on Monday, the 10th of December, at 1:30 PM, and arrived in Austin on Monday, the 10th of December at 11:40 AM. Yes, despite an 11 hour flight, I arrived two hours earlier than I left. I travelled back in time.

Ha Ji Me Ma Shi De

Huh.

I don't even have words to describe that.

This date, the 10th of December, 2007, for me at least, goes down in history as the day I lived twice.

So very strange.

It is good to be home. So so good to hug my kids, to smell American food, coming off the plane, to see signs in English and to hear airport announcements made in my native tongue.

At the same time though, I was wholly unprepared for how sorrowful I would be to leave that country, how deeply moved I would be by its people. I will miss, SO SO MUCH, our friends there. I will miss the sights, the kindness, the smells, the sounds, the lilting beauty of the language. I will MISS Japan.

Japanese Maple Silhouette

As much as I would like to tell you every little thing, that seems a near impossible feat.

So instead, I think I will parcel it out over time, like a chocolate to melt on your tongue.

In the mean time, suffice it to say that I am safe, I am so. very. happy, to sit and breathe in my young men, and yet something in me will never be the same. I have left a part of my heart in Japan.

Kyoto