I was craving Japanese food yesterday. And country music. Go figure. These are two of my favorite dishes from my time in Japan. The first is kinpira gobo, simmered burdock root and carrots. The second is hijiki salad.
I cooked them listening to Chris Stapleton and Eric Church and thinking about the first time I slid into a pair of real cowboy boots. My feet were dangling from the the bench, but I was a big girl now because I was getting my own pair of sh*t kickers. And, yes, I knew that word because raised by hippies and woodsman on a hill in Oregon no one hid words from children.
I lived on a hill in Japan, too. Milked cows at dawn in 10-below weather. It was another farm aimed at retreating from and remaking society, and here I was again, a globe away and right at home.
Which is why, maybe, country music and Japanese food makes sense to my soul.