My mother did not cook Japanese food (she didn't cook much at all!). And my grandparents lived in the Midwest where there weren't any Asian grocery stores especially in those days. (Though my grandfather pioneered the use of soy sauce in the States.) But in my childhood we lived in the suburbs of Los Angeles and every couple of months we would make a jaunt to Little Tokyo just to look around the little shops and eat a tempura dinner. I remember thinking that miso soup was such a delicacy!
Our family was good friends with another Japanese/American family and though they didn't eat much Japanese food either, they had a Japanese grandfather who lived with them. When my grandfather would visit California the two families would get together and for Thanksgiving and the two grandfathers would speak to each other in Japanese. We'd have the traditional turkey dinner with mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie... and sushi rolls with eel! I guess you could consider that pretty strange. I was rather proud of myself for being able to eat eel and would brag to my high school friends.
My father loved traveling and in my childhood we traveled to many countries all over the world in the summers so I learned that one was supposed to try almost anything. Japan probably had the strangest combinations but I remember Thai food as being so spicy we could hardly eat at all. Sour cream herrings in Norway, Mole (mo-lay) in Mexico, escargot in France. My father insisted we eat them all.
"If this child can do this then I can too." and I bit off the fish head and ate the dinner like a pro.
And that's how I ate this little fishy too!
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Not sure I'd enjoy many of the japanese dishes, but there is something to your childhood upbrining that I understand -- whether I enjoyed the food or not, I'd eat what was served with pleasure.
I'm from Japan but grew up in the US. We ate mostly American food but my Mom cooked rice every single day with whatever we had. I looked forward to Christmas and Thanksgiving. Those days we had mashed potatoes! Yum
ttfn :) Yuki Nakamoto
I'm sure this is an acquired taste and skill! I have trouble with boiled okra because of the texture, I don't do slimy very well.
I love smelt, too, although we removed their heads before we cooked them. I'm not sure that having my food looking back at me when I'm eating it would be too appetizing. I haven't seen smelt in the stores for years. I wonder what happened to it?
???? -= I read the whole post but my face/mouth are all contorted ... having a little problem with slimy, and fish eyes and heads.... gotta admire other cultures and food habits, but don't gotta DO it. 8-(((
No, No couldn't do it. Well maybe if it was the only thing left in the world to eat. Odd, being half Japanese and half Native American, one would think Fish isn't an issue. Wrong, still can't eat fish, but with eyes looking back at me, forget it. I'll starve.
Rae Ann
A long visit to Japan just might be the diet plan I need! I seriously don't think I could do it. I know that's a wimpy thing for a 50-something person to say. I tried cooking whole fish but the eyes staring at me were too much to take. And I don't do slimy. It's nice to hear of brave adventurous people who take chances with their food choices. The most adventurous thing I like is the mole sauce. I tried Thai, and it's too spicy for me. I couldn't find a single Thai dish that didn't start me wheezing. Spicy salsa will make me do this, too. It's like an asthma attack. So I don't do spicy either.
Thank you for answering my question! I grew up in Inglewood/Hawthorne area of LA until 1965 when we moved east to Redlands (my birthplace). We, too, frequented Little Tokyo. It was a treat for us. And Chinatown too. In all my years in So. CA I don't think I ever went to the farmers market or Olivera St. Not till I was in my 30's and lived in Northern CA. We have a good Japanese Restaurant in town and though my hubby isn't fond of it, I eat there often with friends. Thanks Tanya for the information.
Oh my! I can't do slimy. I have trouble eating Jello even. :-)
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