Now that is one breakfast that I couldn't say "snap" to! Looks great.
And a guy making amazake...there's something very cute about that.
I seem to remember that Hiroyuki posted about the same type of peanut senbei you showed - and they're a favorite of my husband's, too. They always seem to be on the fuddy-duddy shelf of the snack corner, yet those who try them always seem to come back for more!
I just found those france-pan snacks recently (kids were home early studying for exams...). Haven't tried the caramel one you had, but the butter one seemed better than the sugar flavor, for your future reference!
If your kakeibo has made it as far as March, you're already an expert. I don't know why they don't just sell a "January-only" edition for those who know themselves!
Helen, I just have to ask: what does "snap" mean (I actually looked it up the first time you used it but it seems to be one of those words that can mean anything)? And what was wrong with my other breakfasts?
My husband also makes oshiruko. He has a much bigger sweet tooth than I do!
Yes, the fuddy-duddy section! Excellent description of the aisle that sells the boring or weird old-fashioned stuff that I never ever buy. Except for these.
That's funny about the kakeibo. I admit I'm finding it a big drag but I'm not giving up, as I really do need to get a handle on our finances. We spend way to much money on food, as you can see, and any extra money we save is spent on visits back home. We realized that's not a good way to live when my husband found himself unemployed for three months last year, right after I'd spent all my savings on a trip home. So a kakeibo is totally necessary and I'll do it for as long as I have to.
And now that I've outed myself as such a plebeian coffee-drinker to these august pages, I'll just say that it's one of the few kinds which is pre-ground of a size NOT to fall through the holes in my percolator. And that buying any beans, no matter how elite and rare, grinding them results in SOME powder which a filter-system will take out, but not the perc.
And at some times of the year, and at this time of my life, I just get a craving for the old days, the old ways, and waking up at my age to the familiar, remembered scent of the same coffee as I had in my teens and young married life---well, Proust liked what HE remembered, and Tom Wolfe was only partly right.
No shame in not grinding your own beans. I gave it up after buying a bur grinder and realizing it was no better than a blade grinder. Now I buy my coffee a few times a month and the place I buy it from grinds it there. And that's good enough for me!
And nothing wrong with drinking Folgers! My family used to, and the empty can was always put to use gathering bacon fat. My father and brother have since switched to fancier stuff (I wonder what they do with bacon fat?) and my mother now drinks instant only. She says she prefers the taste and will actually refuse a cup of better coffee, but I think it's also, like you and your Folgers, a nostalgia thing. I like the way you put that.
Thanks for the lovely photos! Very clever. I never expected that you'd show us ume blossoms instead of cherry blossoms.
I was amused to see the bamboo shamoji in the rice cooker. I use a plastic one that came with the rice cooker. I want to buy a non-stick one some day.
I wonder how the fuki was seasoned. No mayo for the broccoli?
Edited to add: It sure was a sunny day today, even in my snowy area. I took two walks today, skipping the weeky house-cleaning.
Correction: Shamoji not shomoji (blush)
Have you never done hanami for ume? Highly recommended if the weather is right, since the crowds are much better than for sakura.
I think our rice cooker came with a plastic shamoji (my husband bought this a few years before we married so I'm not sure) but I never use it. The bamboo one just looks so much nicer! There was a time when I tried to use traditional wooden tools for everything, but I had to give some up when I realized how hard to clean they were. Now my otoshibuta (drop lid) is metal and our oke (bath bucket) is plastic.
The fuki was seasoned with dashi and a touch of soy sauce and sake. Absolutely no mayo on the broccoli! We both hate the stuff. Actually I no longer hate it but will only tolerate a little bit of it mixed up into something. I could never eat it alone as a condiment.