We spent the morning sitting on the long, black, leather couch at Starbucks, bathed in a box of sunbeam, which gave all skin not bandaged with winter attire a golden glow. Amy, my coffee companion, was speaking fast and excitedly about her recent trip to Japan. Her stories were so vivid that I felt as though I were watching pictures in a slideshow.
“The toilets are heated in Japan”, she said “and they come with a built in bidet”
“the people wear surgical masks on the train” she recounted “to prevent them from catching a cold”
I listened, and tried to taste her experience. This is not characteristic of me, I usually view coffee dates as an opportunity to exhibit myself to all audiences whose attention I can grasp by talking too loudly (I am in this way, a typical leo). It is only since I started writing that I find myself working on becoming a better listener. As her story began to slow, I felt overcome by a serene exhaustion. It was the feeling I get when finishing a good book. I felt as though I had just gone to Japan myself, however the trip was completely flawless, without the usual frustrations and irritabilities I usually experience during travel.
“What are you doing this afternoon? “ She asked.
“I have a few hours free, why?” I replied.
“I want to take you to the Asian market and show you some of my favorite Japanese foods” she said.
That sounded fantastic. We loaded ourselves into her black Audi, chatting excitedly about Japanese cooking the whole way. As she told me about the shredded carrot and burdock dish she sometimes makes, she drove right past our exit making me realize that Amy is as passionate about Japanese culture as I am about food.
I remembered hearing about the store, United Noodle, from a Japanese friend in graduate school. It is a little treasure that can be found hidden behind some large warehouses in Northeast Minneapolis. The market is large, specializing in many different types of Asian cuisine. Due to its off-the-beaten path location, and the wealth of obscure exotic ingredients they stock, walking into United Noodle made me feel like I was being initiated into an exclusive club. Amy led me directly to the Japanese section, and started excitedly pulling items off the shelf and giving them to me. “The Japanese” she explains, as she places a dark green package of sesame-toasted seaweed into my basket “eat with their eyes, not with their stomachs.” She turned to reach for a jar of miso and I discretely slipped the package of dried fish she had given me back to the shelf.
Sweet and Salty Miso Beet Soup
2 pieces Kombu (optional, but will enhance flavor)
3 Large beets, peeled and sliced into short matchsticks
2 yellow onions, quartered and sliced
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 Tbsp minced fresh ginger
1 Tbsp salt
5 dried shitakes, reconstituted in 1 cup hot water (save the water and discard the shitakes, unless you like their chewy texture)
2 parsnips, peeled and diced
2 carrots, peeled and diced
2 Tbsp miso (dark)
3 cups water, beef or vegetable stock
Soy sauce to taste
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