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February 12, 2015

Some nice sushi I ate

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February 9, 2015

A pretty pink plum blossom package of shrimp snacks on a snowy day

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February 7, 2015

A cache of half-priced cheeses

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February 3, 2015

Setsubun, lunar calendar spring

Filed under: Uncategorized — theresaurus @ 11:42 pm

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January 15, 2015

Sunrise

Filed under: Uncategorized — theresaurus @ 11:28 pm

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January 1, 2015

New Year’s eats

Filed under: Uncategorized — theresaurus @ 11:31 pm

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December 28, 2014

Cheese

Filed under: Uncategorized — theresaurus @ 11:25 pm

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Post-Christmas discount cheese success.  A Western barbarian will arrive at pure holy Japanese New Year’s celebrations bearing gifts from the fabled land of Europe, a plate of odiferous aged animal milk and dark flatbreads made of rye.

December 27, 2014

Third day of Christmas

Filed under: Uncategorized — theresaurus @ 11:13 pm

The cookbook I had when I was a child, I loved the pretty pictures:

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Christmas shopping in Japan:

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December 26, 2014

Santa candles

Filed under: Uncategorized — theresaurus @ 11:46 pm

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Sam used to collect small Santa candles.  Every year this crowd looks a little older, a little dustier, a little less jolly.  I made the mistake of lighting one once — Sam accused me of trying to murder Santa and terrorize the other Santas.  Whenever he scolds me now I remind him that I’m an orphan and people who are mean to orphans during this festive holiday season are going to hell.  He starts to nag and then mutters, “Oh yeah, orphan…” and stops being naughty.

December 25, 2014

A Dickens Christmas dinner

Filed under: Uncategorized — theresaurus @ 1:51 pm

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I ordered a turkey to roast for Christmas: it was skinny, scrawny and pale, A Christmas Carol poor people’s Christmas dinner.  There was an accident while I heaved it onto the plate and a leg was injured so it was a poor people’s handicapped turkey Christmas dinner.  It wasn’t cheap, either.  Eked out with roasted vegetables it was okay, but not ideal.

Cathy Kaufman, The Ideal Christmas Dinner:

“Written as Christmas was evolving into the epitome of Victorian domesticity, Dickens’ novella tidily evoked both the dying and the emerging traditions through four distinct food scenes.  First was the vision of Christmas Past when Ebeneser Scrooge was transported back to his apprenticeship under Old Fezziwig for the quaint, slightly anachronistic party that Fezziwig hosted for his extended community.  This was unpretentious and jolly, as children, local tradesmen, and Fezziwig’s employees feasted on great joints of beef, beer, mince pies and gamboled merrily into the night.

“The second food event was Scrooge’s introduction to the Ghost of Christmas Past, ensconced on a great throne constructed from every imaginable furred and feathered game, supported by barrels of oysters, mincemeats, sausages, and plum puddings, luxurious imported oranges, Twelfth Night cakes, and immense bowls of punch.  The throne of Christmas Past represented the Christmas gastronomic indulgence of the well-to-do.  The throne contrasted with the third food image, Cratchit’s shabby table laid with a scrawny goose that had to be sent out for roasting at the local bakeshop, gravy, mashed potatoes, sage-and-onion stuffing and applesauce.  The meal’s highlight was a blazing plum pudding garnished with holly that was triumphantly paraded into the flat.

“The last meal, the real dinner enjoyed by the Cratchit’s on Christmas Day, was a mystery.  All we know is that Scrooge sent Crachtit the biggest turkey in the poulterer’s shop.  It was also the food image that resonated most deeply in America.  In bypassing beef, brawn, and venison identified with feasts, Dickens calibrated Christmas dinner to a domestic lower-middle class setting: in Dickens’ own words, ‘Eked out by the apple-sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family.’

“Unlike Thanksgiving, with its immutable elements of turkey, pumpkin and cranberries regardless of one’s socioeconomic status, American Christmas has become an expression of class, purse, and ethnic origins, with only occasional nods to unifying traditions.  Archaic pudding (purchased, not homemade) is trotted out annually by the most nostalgic, in homage to the image of Christmas as an ancient holiday. … Unlike our colonial ancestors, contemporary Americans think Christmas dinner is very important: we simply cannot predict the menu.”

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