On Japanese Food
So, yesterday was the day when the endless cycle of grilled fish, rice, miso soup, pickles, broth, tofu, seaweed, sashimi and the odd bit of sushi or beef for breakfast, lunch and dinner (miso soup, rice and mackerel for breakfast must take forever to become normal) finally got to us.
We cracked.
Spent the night in our hotel room in Toyooka eating dry special-k, raw carrots, peppers & tomatoes, cheese sandwiches and crisps. And I don’t care if it’s wrong, it felt good. And today, we felt better than we have done for a week.
If I never have to attempt to eat a cold, rock-hard piece of grilled mackerel with a pair of chopsticks at 8am ever again it will be too soon. The Japanese diet may be incredibly healthy in some respects, but I don’t think we’re the first Gaijin to be floored by the lack of fresh fruit/veg (in any meaningful quantity), the saltiness, the lack of variety.
And I love Japanese food. Just not, I’ve discovered, all the time. Particularly at breakfast.
