When I mention to people how I vacationed in Japan they initially ask me about Bullet Trains. Sometimes they gauchely ask "Why?"
While I'd love to list all the reasons why, there's not enough screen or paper to answer.
My goal during this trip was to eat my way around the country. I'm pleased to report my choice to wear a stretchy fabric pencil dress on my 12 hour flight back to the U.S. was wise. I couldn't get back into my trousers for 2 weeks due to eating so much food.
While I haven't spoken Japanese since childhood, I remembered common courtesies and rituals including explaining the steaming rolled hot towel brought to our table before ordering was a welcome.
I was shocked at my husband asking me the significance of it. Doubly so at my own ability to explain without hesitation along with significance of said customs.
The peace found taking a train in and out of Tokyo goes beyond the world relaxing. Not one passenger spoke louder than a whisper, coming off the train to walk in silence up stairs with hundreds of people was surreal.
But let's get back to talking about the food.
I am not one for taking pictures of the food I eat during my travels too much. I can say that even of I took a picture I would not be able to give you the proper name. In the city I often ordered my afternoon meals from a vending machine.
You put money in, make a selection, receive a chip/marker, hand it to the server or place it in the tray and wait for your mystery to you meal.
I craved noodle soup the whole time so I knew I would be 90% happy with the selection. Each time I was able to find non-beef based meals and that made my gastronomy-filled adventure 100% amazing. Hence why there's more of me and my thighs.
Speaking of thighs, they come in handy when you don't want to wait in the long line for the women's restroom?
No woman wanted to squat so I strolled past the line, noted that there ways a door and toilet paper available.
Let's just say when I walked out I was struttin' like a boss. When asked 'how was it?' by another American in line, I replied, "I'd like to thank my Quads and all the reps I've done..."
Like I often say, Thick thighs save lives. In my case, they saved me from a long line and wasting what little time I had in Japan.
Part of our trip involved stumbling onto an vintage car show. Someone from Jalopnik took much better pictures than I could the drizzly Friday morning.
For me I was focused on taking pics of food when not stuffing my face so my pics are of dessert displays in windows.
There were traditional kasagi and then as expected French pastries in which gave the originators a run for their money.
I was seduced and inspired by what I saw and tasted. It will be coming out on my future desserts.
In Japan I discovered so much, but it unexpectedly reminded me of my childhood in the Bay Area too.
I cannot wait to use some new ingredients from Japan and try some of the recipes in my new cookbooks!
I think I need a larger dress.