tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47486327497598706872024-03-24T00:10:01.095-07:00the tofu foxthe tofu foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837158958377531389noreply@blogger.comBlogger163125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748632749759870687.post-83949830475034687382013-02-28T22:09:00.004-08:002013-03-01T01:46:47.040-08:00Dreaming Of Sakura...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Little TF, Mr. TF, and I leave Japan with a mixture of sadness and peace. Sadness, because the life that we spent three years building is over. Peace, because we know that, in living here, we did our best. Little TF and I saw just about everything on the island of Honshu that there was to see. Mr. TF covered Okinawa for us. I took a baby TF on every trip that I took- a port call visit to see Mr. TF in Thailand, a girls' trip to Seoul, a nuclear evacuation to Guam and the States, and a sightseeing trip with my mom and brother to Taipei. We celebrated the ends of deployments with family trips to balmy Vietnam and Malaysia, and choked on putrid, chilly smog in Beijing. Mr. TF flew earthquake relief missions to the Tohoku region and joined the Australian military for exercises in the Outback. Little TF made special American and Japanese friends at her preschool, and stole the hearts of our neighbors. I did my best to learn how to live in our neighborhood and learn (very poor) Japanese. We leave with full hearts, grateful for the resources and incredible opportunities that we were given to explore our corner of Asia. We set our faces towards our homeland, with no regrets about our time in Japan.<br />
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I leave Japan, though, with one yearning unfulfilled...I will not see the sakura bloom this spring. If you're in Japan at the end of this March/April, would you go see some cherry blossoms for me? I have two favorite places that I think you'll really like.<br />
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My first favorite place for <i>ohanami</i>, or <i>flower-viewing, </i>is really any local park in Japan. On the weekends, the parks will be packed; to avoid the enormous crowds it's best to go during the weekdays. Everyone with a lunch break will still head out to relax under the fluffy white trees, but there will be more space to stretch out and enjoy the views.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">To properly celebrate </span><i style="text-align: left;">ohanami,</i><span style="text-align: left;"> a picnic is a must. I recommend cherry blossom tea from Lupicia, fresh strawberries, and some </span><a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2013/01/a-taste-of-spring-and-cherry-blossoms.html" style="text-align: left;" target="_blank">sakura mochi</a><span style="text-align: left;">, of course. Toss in a couple bento boxes and a blanket, and you are all set! </span><br />
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As you lounge, munch on snacks, and watch the wind swirl delicate sakura petals into the sky, don't be surprised if you are invited to join one of the local groups of partygoers. In fact, as a foreigner (especially if you are female), you can pretty much count on it. <i>Ohanami</i> seems to loosen up the normally formal and reserved Japanese and bring out a surprising amount of English- perhaps it has something to do with the copious amounts of beer that go hand in hand with <i>ohanami</i> parties. </div>
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On one particularly memorable day, my friend and I were invited to join a group of bamboo flute students and their teacher. The men were taking a break from their class to appreciate the sakura. After plying us with sticks of yakitori (grilled chicken) and Sapporo beers (yes to the chicken, no thank-you to the beer), the class got up and gave us an impromptu concert under the trees. The haunting, breathy notes of the bamboo flutes, played to the tune of Amazing Grace; caught up by the breeze to dance with the cherry blossom petals, remain one of my most special memories of Japan. </div>
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You have to head to Tokyo for my other favorite sakura-viewing location- Yasukuni Shrine. Yasukuni enshrines the over two million souls of those who died for the imperial family of Japan, including women, students, soldiers, and kamikaze. As such, it is also Japan's most controversial shrine. Yasukuni Shrine is also of note for another reason...Tokyo's official Sakura Tree is located within the shrine's environs. Tokyo's cherry blossom season does not officially start until this tree is in bloom! </div>
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Go at lunch time and grab food at one of the many booths that crowd the avenue below the shrine. I recommend the takoyaki (fried octopus balls) and sakura-flavored ice cream!</div>
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Pass through the shrine's gates, which are crested with the Imperial Chrysanthemum, and walk into a dream. Every tree inside the gates is a sakura tree, and their delicate pink clouds fill the entire space. The cherry blossom- which symbolizes the beauty and fleetingness of life- is also a metaphor for the kamikaze pilot, whose brief life was short, but made beautiful in his service to the Emperor. During WWII, the Japanese government even propagated the idea that cherry blossoms were the reincarnated souls of dead soldiers. </div>
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You can't miss Tokyo's Official Sakura Tree- it stands next to the shrine's Noh stage and is surrounded by a bamboo fence and photographers.</div>
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After you leave the shrine, stroll back through the torii gates to the bottom of the avenue, and then head up the bridge and cross over the street to the Chidorigafuchi Senbotsusah Boen gardens and surrounding moat. Expect this park to be <i>packed</i> at all times during cherry blossom season. </div>
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To escape the crowds, rent a boat and drift under the sweeping sakura branches that dip into the water. <br />
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So, Japan, this is the end. Thank-you for teaching me to appreciate the moment through tea ceremony. Thank-you for giving me a small taste of what it feels like to be a minority- I will take that greater awareness to my own country. You showed me, through the earthquake, that life is a gift and can end at any moment. I will always be grateful that you send me through the rest of my life with the knowledge that nothing truly worth doing is easy. <br />
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I promised Little TF that I will bring her back to visit her early childhood, someday. Preferably after you get that Tokai Earthquake out of your system. So I do not say <i>sayonara- good-bye</i>. Instead, I leave with <i>mata oai shimasho- see you, again. </i><br />
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<i>A special thank-you also goes out to my English students, and one very dear friend (you know who you are). Thank-you all for being my fact-checkers, explaining Japanese customs and ways of thinking, and making sure I got to where I needed to go. You taught me more than I could ever teach you. </i><br />
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<i>Yasukuni Shrine is accessed via Kudanshita Station on the Hanzomon, Tozai, and Shinjuku Subway lines. Boat rentals in <span style="text-align: left;">Chidorigafuchi Senbotsusah Boen </span>are daily, from sunrise to sunset, and go from early April to late November. </i><br />
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<br />the tofu foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837158958377531389noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748632749759870687.post-23607681361416799802013-02-21T21:17:00.000-08:002013-02-21T22:14:35.767-08:00It's Time To Move On...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Our apartment is almost empty.</div>
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A few remaining boxes, rolled-up rugs, and the porch furniture on the roof- that we never ended up using because Japan's swampy summers are too damn hot- are all that remain. The car is sold. Little TF is attending the last day of her beloved preschool. We have moved back into the Navy Lodge for the quickly fading remainder of our time here. Our safety deposit is going to be returned- hopefully mostly intact. Neighbors and the veggie man down the street will soon receive reluctant, good-bye bows.</div>
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Our old car, that we left in a California storage facility, has arrived at our new destination on the East Coast. We close on our first home in March. Little TF's already been accepted into a preschool for next year, and can even finish out this school year if she wants. My brother is getting married this spring, and we've got a bridesmaid dress and a flower girl dress hogging space in our luggage. Mr. TF has been slated for a mid-spring deployment, and Little TF and I have summer plans at my parents' house to prove it.</div>
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Those of us who answer the military's call, for whatever reason that may be, slip so easily out of one life and into another. It only takes a couple weeks to completely pack up our lives and send them somewhere else. At the same time, it's not so easy. My family has spent the last three years building a beautiful life in Japan. Deployment stress, natural disaster stress, not speaking the language stress, it all became less and less stressful until it became...normal? (Well, not the natural disaster stress. I'm still holding my breath against the looming Tokai Earthquake until our airplane wheels leave the ground.) Walking to the grocery store every day, chatting in fragmented Japanese with our local flower vendor, listening to the children singing at the preschool across the street, catching a view of Mt. Fuji as I hang out the laundry...that's all become normal, too. I already miss it. </div>
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Friends and family say, "You must be so excited to move back to the States!" And I am. The United States is my home. But I am a bit fearful that I don't quite remember how to be an American. My English is sometimes a bit off...hearing a majority of only Japanese or broken English spoken means I have started to occasionally stumble over my grammar, and can't remember little-used words (What do we call that shelter that cars park underneath? Two days later- carport! That's it!). American-sized food portions in restaurants look grotesquely excessive, and American cars look shockingly large. From a distance, filtered through the lens of online news sources, it's sometimes hard to recognize my country. Have we always been this environmentally indifferent? Tolerated such poor education in so many of our public schools? Screamed this loudly about our gun rights? Been so excessively loud in general? Or has the distance just made the indifference and the screaming and the noise seem more acute? Also, shoes in the house? Why do we stubbornly adhere to such a filthy habit?<br />
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But it's time for us to go back. It's time for my daughter to learn how to be an American. Time for her to learn that to thank someone, Americans look the person in the eye instead of bowing towards the ground. That to gain and extend trust, Americans extend a confident handshake. That to become an American, one need only to possess the desire (although I suppose some would also argue for legal entry) to do so. That a person may personally have the freedom to be a bigot and judge by skin color and cultural background and sexual orientation (I advocate none of those things), but our governments, businesses, and schools do not have such a freedom. These are good things that my daughter needs to learn and I am proud that she is a citizen of a such a country. <br />
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As we close the last page of the book, Three Years In Japan, we have already started to open the first page of our First Year On The East Coast book. Every military family has a stack of such books. These are rich, difficult, fascinating tales, and everyone's books are different. Yet, somehow we are all writing the same story, wherever in the world we might be. In leaving Japan, we have friends that are leaving our book's pages. In moving to the East Coast, we have old friends that are rejoining our story. We say a reluctant "good-bye" and then a "good to see you, again," practically in the same breath. And so the military moving cycle continues.<br />
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If you're in Japan right now, swing through your nearest department store! Displays for <i>Hinamatsuri-</i> literally translated as <i>Dolls' Festival </i>and more commonly known in English as <i>Girls' Day-</i> are everywhere. Celebrated on March 3, the displays that pop up in February are one of the first signs of impending spring. Pink! Cherry and plum blossoms! Elaborate doll displays! Even grocery stores get in on the fun and sell special treats and snacks. </div>
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Traditionally, families with a daughter in the house set up a beautiful doll display, like the one pictured below. The prince and princess preside over the top level, with courtiers, attendants, and court accessories gracing the descending steps in order of importance. Doll sets at our local department store include anywhere from just a prince and princess, to three or four steps of lesser dolls. The prices are eye-popping, starting from the equivalent of a few hundred dollars to several thousand! Of course, the larger the doll set, the harder to find space in a tiny Japanese apartment. Several Japanese friends have admitted to not having the space to justify such a purchase, and mark the day with a very tiny display, instead.</div>
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Wanting to get on the Girls' Day fun, but not wanting to burn the cash on a display that would cost more than all of our Christmas decorations put together, I found this little fabric <i>Hinamatsuri </i>set at the mall chain store, <i>Oribe</i>. <i>Oribe</i> sells traditional Japanese dishes, chopsticks, tea utensils, kimono-patterned bento boxes, and seasonal decorations. <i>Oribe's</i> adorable Girls' Day display drew us in, and Little TF and I both decided that the adorable bunny prince and princess sitting on little plum blossom thrones needed to come home with us!</div>
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As a lover of all things pink, Little TF declared the pink bunny princess to be a personification of...herself. She then declared the bunny prince to be me. "But I can't be the red bunny! That's the prince," I protested. "No, Mama, that's not a prince, that's the red princess (duh)." Upon reflection, I realized that since there are no girls making an appearance on the boys' holiday in May, it's not really fair of the boys to muscle in on Girls' Day. Two princesses it is, then!<br />
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<i>If you set out a Hinamatsuri display for your daughter, tradition dictates that you pack it up at the end of the day on March third. Otherwise, a no-longer-quite-so-horrifying superstitious belief predicts that your daughter will get married late. </i><br />
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With our time in Japan coming to an alarmingly fast end (sad face), Monday was the time for our lovely Spouse Club to say good-bye to me and several other ladies. Many of our former members have chosen to have their farewells at more local restaurants and karaoke bars, but my fellow farewell-ees and I decided that a trip to Tokyo sounded much more fabulous! </div>
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While karaoke bars definitely have a time and a place, we were in search of something a bit more...classy. And what could be more classy than one of the most sophisticated hotels in Tokyo's classiest district- Ginza? Enjoying the Peninsula's high tea sounded like just the thing!</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">As we chatted and sipped and snacked, a live piano/bass duet serenaded us from a balcony, and the lights of the Peninsula's magnificent lobby chandelier twinkled above our heads. What a delightful way to say good-bye to some lovely ladies, and to Ginza. Sayonara...for now!</span><br />
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While patches of snow linger on the ground and wintery plum blossoms have yet to show their faces, I have been stalking my local <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/08/yummy-summer-wagashi.html" target="_blank">wagashi shop</a>, since the New Year, in anticipation of the first culinary signs of spring. We may be moving before Japan's peerless cherry blossoms make their fleeting appearance, but I am nonetheless determined to at least <i>taste</i> them. This week, the shop finally had what I've been looking for...<i>sakura mochi.</i></div>
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Traditionally eaten on March third's <i>Hinamatsuri, </i>or <i>Girls' Day</i>, sakura mocha are made of sugar, glutinous rice flour, red bean paste, and a dash of red food coloring. The little package is then wrapped in a pickled <i>sakura</i> leaf. This perfect combination of lightly sweetened mochi and lightly sour leaf promises that spring truly is around the corner- even if the unheated hallways of my Japanese apartment are still the exact temperature as my refrigerator. Little TF is almost as enthusiastic in her enjoyment of sakura mochi, although whether it's because she likes the taste or the pink color, I haven't quite established.<br />
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In the Kanto area, sakura mochi is most commonly made in the Tokyo-style, as seen in my above photo. The slightly different Kansai-style sakura mochi hail from the Kyoto region, and are made with a much more lumpy rice batter. I usually see the Tokyo-style sakura mochi, but I've also spotted the Kansai-style at my local grocery store, as well!<br />
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<i>When I dream of Japan, years from now, I will dream of Kappabashi...summer festivals...Miyajima...takoyaki...floating cherry blossoms...and sakura mochi.</i>the tofu foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837158958377531389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748632749759870687.post-71321805491689795772013-01-25T01:52:00.001-08:002013-01-25T01:56:19.471-08:00"Enjoy Mop Walking!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I have a love/hate relationship with the flooring in my Japanese apartment. Its wood (laminate) flooring has to be vacuumed and mopped- always. Toss in a very messy three and a half year old kid, and my floor is a never-ending time suck. Vacuum, mop, vacuum, mop, rinse, repeat. </div>
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My floor is tied with my sink full of dishes- that need to be hand-washed- for my most hated household chore (Japan, get with the program. By 2013, you should be past mere dishwashers and on to personal dishwashing robots). Having spent my childhood and early adult life in entirely carpeted homes, at first I <i>really really </i>hated the constant attention my smooth floor demanded of me. Dust balls pile up, crumbs scatter, and, with two long-haired women in the place (Little TF and me), there's a <i>lot</i> of hair for the vacuum to deal with. I just didn't remember my mom's wall to wall carpet getting dirty so quickly! Until I realized that....carpeted houses aren't somehow magically free of dust, crumbs, and hair. Carpet just hides all that nasty stuff more effectively. <i>GROSS. </i></div>
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So, onto the "love" part of my smooth flooring. Once I realized that easily spotted dirt means a more effective floor cleaning, hard wood floors (can I graduate from the laminate, someday?) became my number one requirement for any future houses. I may have to constantly clean my floors, but at least I know they <i>are</i> clean!</div>
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Let's be real, though. Mopping the floors every other day is not my idea of a good time. And different areas of flooring are not created equal. The dining area and hallways may still be pretty good, but my kitchen floor has gotten nasty. Break out the mop, and I might as well clean every thing. Which I'd rather not do. So....I might skip the mop altogether. I'm a bad housewife, what can I say?</div>
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But if I had <i>these</i> fabulous, Japanese cleaning slippers? I could mop the kitchen floor while cooking! I could mop the floor behind the vacuum! Little TF would freak out and demand her own, ridiculously cute pair! Maybe I could miraculously find a set big enough to fit Mr. TF's enormous man feet! My apartment could be mopped<i> </i>into spotlessness <i>at all times.</i> MUST. BUY. THREE. PAIRS.<br />
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Whether you are battling allergies to unfamiliar plant life, trying to protect your foreign immune system from exotic germs, or about to visit a city with a smog problem so severe that <a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/world/worldnow/la-fg-wn-china-air-pollution-hits-record-levels-20130113,0,1115890.story" target="_blank">flights are being cancelled</a>, your local Japanese drug store has got you covered! Just swing by and pick up a pack of face masks! </div>
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Japanese product labeling is usually so blatantly gendered that reading skills are completely unnecessary- here, pink and medium-sized masks are for women, while the blue and large-sized masks are for men. Of course, the kid-sized masks are the smallest of all! <br />
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I looked for the masks with the highest and most prominently displayed percentages, assuming that the higher the number, the more efficacious the mask. An email with this photo, sent to my Japanese friend, confirmed my hunch. These masks are the most highly rated for pollen/germ/pollution protection. We are ready for any air-borne hazards that Asia can throw at us! <br />
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<i>Side note: One of my students told me that there is an allergy in Japan that literally translates to "China Dirt Allergy." As in, China has deforested so much of their country that the exposed earth is blowing to Japan and clogging up people's sinuses. Oh, and it <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/02/17/science/earth/chinas-air-pollution-brings-snowfall-to-sierra-nevada.html?_r=0" target="_blank">blows all the way to the States, too</a>. Which is...ummmm...good for people who like to ski in the Sierra Nevadas?</i><br />
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Mr. TF and I spent the entirety of last weekend coughing, shivering, sniffling, and wallowing in the general misery that is the common cold. Our Caucasian immune systems were meant to stay on the other side of the world, so this delightful common cold was made a bit un-common with the additions of muscle aches and fevers. Little TF spent the weekend keeping as much distance between her and her disgustingly ill parents, as possible. It was an excellent strategy...she's not sick, yet (knock on wood)!</div>
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Of course, I turned to chicken soup (with homemade stock!) to combat the germs, along with chamomile tea and fresh lemon. When I ran out of chamomile tea, I immediately turned to this jar of citrusy goodness- my yuzu honey tea from this past autumn's visit to <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/11/konnichiwa-korea-town.html" target="_blank">Korea Town</a>. Sweet and soothing, I drank so many steaming mugs of yuzu honey tea that my jar is now almost empty. Curious about what home remedies the Japanese use to combat colds, I texted my friend, "We've got chicken soup...what do the Japanese have?" She texted back, "Porridge and yuzu honey tea." </div>
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<i><span style="text-align: left;">Big jars of this yuzu tea can be found in the grocery stores that stuff Tokyo's Korea Town, and even (rumor has it), Costco! Made In Japan yuzu-flavored honey can also be found in Japanese stores (I've purchased it from a gourmet honey store in </span><a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/09/christmas-shopping-in-kawagoe.html" target="_blank">Kawagoe</a>). The Japanese type of yuzu honey can be added to hot water as well, but it doesn't have the delicious chunks of preserved yuzu that the Korean version has. <span style="text-align: left;">If you are back in the States, </span><a href="http://www.hmart.com/shopnow/shopnow_newsub.asp?p=76189862038" target="_blank">this website</a> sells chunky yuzu honey tea by the jar! I had trouble finding it via Google search until I noticed a blurb on another website and changed my search parameters to "honey citron tea." Ta da! Korean yuzu honey! I'm so excited that I will still be able to get my fix after our return to the States. Common colds, beware!</i><br />
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So do you remember my post from a few weeks ago, about my <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/12/your-kids-lunch-box-needs-this-now.html" target="_blank">latest, exciting bento box find</a>- a little washable hand towelette and squee-worthy bumble bee container of cuteness? Tonight, I was wandering through a favorite bento blog when I discovered this gem of a website: en.Bento&co.com. Shipping all over the world, from Japan, you can get your bento fix no matter where you live! This ridiculously adorable bumble bee towelette container can now be yours! </div>
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Bonus! Since Bento&co's stuff is all made in Japan, it's guaranteed to be BPA-free, because Japan is more on top of toxic plastics than Americans are and banned BPA in the 90's. Someone stop me from ordering all the cute animal bento boxes for Little TF....</div>
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Although, now that I think about it, I love June and peaches....October and kyoho grapes...November and fuyu persimmons...most months have delicious fruit, actually. Winter fruit, though, makes me especially happy- cheerful, growing things are a good reminder, as I shiver in my Japanese <strike>refrigerator</strike> apartment, that winter here is not actually as severe as it feels. So, what's new at my local grocery store?</div>
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I learned about yuzu when we moved to Japan. This aromatic Asian citrus is much more hardy than its distant Florida relatives, as it ripens in cold December and can tolerate below-freezing temperatures. Arriving in Japan, from China, around one thousand years ago, yuzu is a popular flavoring in many Japanese dishes, and it even makes an appearance in the traditional, Japanese bath. On the night of the winter solstice, bathing in a tub filled with bobbing yuzu is supposed to bring one good health. <br />
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My neighbors have yuzu trees in their gardens, and catching sight of the bright yellow orbs always perk me up on a chilly, grey day! In addition to being pretty, yuzu are also <i>delicious</i>. More of a seasoning than a snack (like a lemon), I used some yuzu peel in a cabbage dish last week, and I'm planning on using the rest to make my favorite winter drink- <a href="http://cookinginjapan.com/2009/11/02/how-to-make-yuzu-cha-yuzu-tea/" target="_blank">yuzu tea</a>. Yuzu, with its rough, mottled surface, can sometimes look a bit like an orange, so I always sniff one to make sure I'm buying the right fruit. Yuzu have an intense scent, and smell, to me, like someone crossed a grapefruit with a pine tree. It's a sharp, clean smell. I'm already scouting online greenhouses for a supplier of yuzu trees, because my American garden is going to need one!<br />
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I love cute, little kumquats, and their Japanese name- <i>kikan.</i> The name for mandarin oranges, in Japanese, is <i>mikan.</i> In <i>kikan</i>, the <i>mi </i>of <i>mikan </i>is switched to <i>ki</i>, which<i> </i>is written with the character for "gold." Cute fruit <i>and</i> cute name! Kawaii! I eat kumquats like candy, slicing them in half to squeeze out the seeds, and then popping both tiny halves in my mouth. Their skin is very thin and edible, and the taste is very sweet and tart. I also like to thinly slice them and toss them on a salad with a balsamic vinegar dressing. Delicious!<br />
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I say this as someone whose mother who dragged her children to Michigan strawberry fields to squat and pick for hours, in the beating sun, because it was "fun." I've eaten more freshly picked strawberries from the vine than I care to remember. I don't know if it's because Japanese strawberries ripen in winter, or if it's because they are grown on raised beds and never touch the ground, but Japanese strawberries are incredibly, almost supernaturally sweet. And, bonus: the raised beds mean no more bending and squatting to pick them (I love you, Mom).<br />
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I will buy a pack every time I go to the grocery store, from now until we move in March. We just can't get enough strawberries! I always set some aside for Mr. TF, and then Little TF and I gobble down the rest of the pack as soon as I can get them washed. Poor Mr. TF still doesn't get to enjoy many strawberries when he gets home from work; somehow, Little TF wheedles most of them away while he eats them. I guess he should probably go buy his own.<br />
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Strawberries are especially popular with Japanese women, as their high vitamin C content is said to beautify the skin. Another great reason to eat Japanese strawberries (as if I needed another one)! Strawberries are probably the most expensive of my favorite winter fruits, but my local grocery store still sells them relatively cheaply, which is a relief. Little TF's and my strawberry-eating habit is serious! We now also like to eat them the way you will if you pick at a Japanese green house- by dipping them into a can of sweetened, condensed milk. <i>Oishii!</i><br />
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Akemashite omedetou gozaimasu! Happy New Year from Japan! While the Chinese have said farewell to 2012 and their luckiest year- the Year of the Dragon- the Japanese are saying hello to 2013 and <i>their</i> luckiest year- the Year of the Snake. </div>
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Thank-you, readers, for joining Little TF and me on our adventures during this past year. We wish you all a wonderful 2013, wherever you may be in the world!</div>
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We're one week into Little Tofu Fox's three week, Christmas/O-shogatsu vacation. When I picked her up last Friday afternoon, I was super excited to have my kid home for three weeks; by Tuesday, she was already begging me to go back to preschool. Preschool is either that awesome, or I am that lame. I choose to believe the former. <br />
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In the middle of Tuesday morning's epic, breakfast "I want to go back to preschool"whining episode, just as I was realizing that we still had two weeks and six days of vacation to go, Mr. TF reminded me that he would be flying late that night. Little TF and I looked at each other in horror. <i>No one to save us from each other? All day? </i>I decided upon an early activation of the Christmas Break Emergency Entertainment plan: a trip to Yomiuriland!<br />
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In the beginning of December, I asked one of my students which Tokyo Christmas illuminations she most recommended. She named the Tokyo Midtown lights, and <i>Jewellumination- </i>the light displays at the Yomiuriland amusement park. "Yomiuriland's lights have been done by a very famous light designer," my student added, "The park is located off the Odakyu Line." <br />
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I take the Odakyu Line all the time, and was surprised to hear of an amusement park nearby. I've been passing roller coasters for almost three years and never noticed them? Geez, I really need to stop checking Facebook on my phone and look out the train windows more often! Since Mr. TF wasn't going to be home till late that evening, I decided it was the perfect time for Little TF and I to have some mother/daughter bonding time while enjoying amusement park rides and Christmas lights. Our stuck-at-home crisis averted, we waved good-bye to Mr. TF, packed a lunch, and took the train to the Odakyu Line's Yomiurilandmae Station!<br />
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<i>Mae, </i>in Yomiuriland<i>mae</i> Station, means, "in front of." Street corners in front of landmarks- such as schools- will often have a street sign that says <i>Nameofschoolmae</i>. <i>In front of such-and-such a school.</i> So, I didn't even bother looking at Yomiuriland's English website for directions. This one was going to be easy!<br />
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After getting off at Yomiurilandmae Station and looking around, I had a realization. The reason I have never noticed an amusement park as my train shot past Yomiurilandmae Station, is because Yomiuriland is not, in fact,<i> </i>in front of the station. Not even walking-distance-in-front-of the station. After matching my limited Japanese reading skills to the Japanese-language-only map outside the station, I realized that we would have to take a bus to Yomiuriland. <br />
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As previously discussed in other blog posts, I hate taking buses with Little TF. The stroller has to be unpacked (why do I stuff so many empty drink bottles in the basket?!) and folded, and prayers have to be said for an empty bus seat for Little TF. She's still a bit too young to balance on a careening bus, and I'm too busy trying to keep her folded stroller from smacking into an elderly person to safely keep her on her feet. Also, bus schedules are never in English. Never, ever, <i>ever. </i>So unless I already know exactly which bus to get on, and which direction in which to go, we will circle around on buses for hours. It's just the kind of situation that sets foreigners up to look dumb, confirming any and all Japanese stereotypes, which I generally try not to do. So, for all of the above reasons, I avoid buses like the plague. <br />
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This time, however, I had no choice. Fortunately, my very limited and very deplorable Japanese reading comprehension has advanced just enough for me to decipher the characters for <i>Yomiuriland</i> on the bus timetables. Much laborious kanji checking and painfully slow katakana reading later, I confirmed the proper bus number. We crossed the street (dragging the stroller up and down the stairs-only pedestrian crossing bridge...was nothing about getting to Yomiuriland going to be easy?) and found our bus stop. Since it was a school day for older Japanese kids, we were apparently the only ones going to Yomiurilandmae at one o'clock in the afternoon. We boarded a very empty bus and each found a seat. Finally, an easy part!<br />
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Three stops later, we got off at Yomiuriland. The empty bus was an accurate predictor of the situation at the park...we practically had the place to ourselves! A few families with young children, and small groups of young people were wandering around, but that was it. Little TF and I could hardly believe our luck! We went on ride after ride, sometimes four or five times in a row, and were usually the only people on them. Little TF also enjoyed the mostly empty sea lion show, twice. Yomiuriland is a little old and shabby in the daylight, but Little TF didn't care and we had a great time riding the classic amusement park rides that I enjoyed as a kid.<br />
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Dusk approached and the crowds began to arrive. We were in the middle of riding the child-size "roller coaster" when sudddenly all the lights turned on! Every inch of Yomiuriland lit up. The landscaping was blanketed, the roller coaster tracks were outlined, the cars on the spinning rides were festively decked out, and the ferris wheel was bathed in a spectrum of color. Little TF had already decided that we were having a much better day than previously expected, so the added bonus of so many beautiful Christmas lights made Mommy a hero. Ha! Take that, preschool! <br />
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The water park section of Yomiuriland was closed during the day (how did I not know about the water park during this past sweltering summer?) , but opened at night for special waterside illuminations. It was spectacular, especially the waterfall of lights spilling off the tallest water slide!<br />
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What's more fun than getting dizzy on amusement rides during the daytime? Getting dizzy on rides at night, while surrounded by Christmas lights! Little TF and I went on a few more rides and munched on hot pretzels while watching dance troupes perform Christmas routines, before I judged that rush hour on the trains had probably settled down enough for us to head back home. Little TF managed to get the last seat on the return bus, and then we scrolled through photos of our fun day as our train zipped us home. Day two of Christmas break was declared a resounding success by all. Only two more weeks to go!<br />
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<i>Yomiuriland's Jewellumination is running from now until February 17. Visit the Yomiuriland <a href="http://www.yomiuriland.com/" target="_blank">website</a> for a link to the English page. Different types of tickets are available, depending on the ages of any children and how many attractions you want to enjoy. The English page also has a discount coupon that can be printed out. If you are going only to see the lights, there is also an admission-only ticket available for purchase. Since Japanese schools are now on winter break, expect bigger crowds during the daytime.</i><br />
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Since my Miyajima posts won't be ready for a bit (apparently I took a <i>lot</i> of photos), I decided to quickly wrap up this cookbook review that has been sitting in my box, half-finished, for far too long. It may be too late to order in time for Christmas, unless you're a lucky reader in the States with access to Amazon's two day shipping and a fully functioning post office. In that case, you should probably just open another web page and order this cookbook before we continue any farther. It's that good.</div>
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I call it a cookbook, but Nancy Singleton Hachisu's <i><u>Japanese Farm Food</u> </i>is more than that. Toss in some old, Japanese farming techniques; discussions of antique furniture; the mixing of Japanese and American families; appreciating the seasons through food; how Shinto beliefs influence the family's life and traditions; the tension between history and modernity; and, yes, delicious recipes; and what we have here is a diary/theology/family tree/travelogue kind of cookbook. <i><u>Japanese Farm Food</u></i> is even a work of art, with its exquisitely bound cover and gorgeous photography stuffing the pages. When it first arrived in the mail, I couldn't put it down for days.<br />
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Most of the recipes in <u style="font-style: italic;">Japanese Farm Food</u> are almost laughably simple, using three to six ingredients, at most. This is, to me, the genius of traditional, Japanese cooking. The individual flavors added to a dish can be appreciated, while enjoying the flavor of the dish as a whole. Nothing is overwhelmed or too strong...nuance can be thoroughly savored. I'm excited to make the cabbage and yuzu dish (pictured above) to go with this evening's meal!<br />
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There is an excellent section on fish, with discussions about sashimi, crab, salmon, and clams. However, as this is a book about farm food in Japan, most of the recipes are unapologetically cheap to recreate, with many dishes hinging on vegetables. Other Japanese classics such as curry rice, teriyaki chicken, and udon have also been included. Mmmmmm...curry rice!<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">Hachisu also talks about how her husband revived the family business, returning to time-honored farming techniques that are disappearing from Japan. Their 80-year-old family farm house is essentially the most important member of the family, sheltering and watching over the mixing of generations, cultures, and culinary traditions. Some tension is apparent as Hachisu muses over her life as it has evolved in Japan, which I appreciate. It can be hard to find the balance between having a good attitude and also admitting that this living overseas thing is sometimes flat-out miserable. I'm glad she doesn't gloss over her struggles.</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;"><i><u>Japanese Farm Food</u>, by Nancy Singleton Hachisu, can be purchased on </i></span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Japanese-Farm-Nancy-Singleton-Hachisu/dp/1449418295/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1355891600&sr=8-1&keywords=japanese+farm+food" target="_blank">Amazon</a>. <i>Thanks to a friend who found this book and told me about it. </i><br />
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The Tofu Fox family spent this past weekend sightseeing in Hiroshima and Miyajima with Mr. Tofu Fox's parents! The rain mercifully held off until we'd finished <strike>my</strike> our most important sightseeing- soaking up the splendor of Itsukushima Shrine. </div>
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I love how clean Japan is. There may not be <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/08/your-handbag-needs-this-now.html" target="_blank">soap in public restrooms</a>, but eating out- whether sitting down at a restaurant, or purchasing a meal to go- is almost always accompanied by a moist towelette. Forget to wash your hands before eating? No problem! An army of moist towelettes to the rescue! At nicer restaurants, the temperature is even adjusted by the season. Hot towels in winter, cold towels in summer. Since I'm a bit of a germaphobe and get grossed out over our American custom of shaking hands (Why do we do this? It's so dirty.), I <i>really</i> appreciate this part of Japanese culture. </div>
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So, when I was browsing a home goods shop last week, I could hardly contain my delight when my eyes landed on <i>this</i> little guy:</div>
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A machine-washable cotton towelette- complete with bumble bee case- to pack in <strike>my</strike> Little TF's bento lunch? KAWAII! <i>Cutest towelette set, ever. </i></div>
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How have I missed them for so long? I can't visit a 100 yen store without exploring the bento aisle, and I pack Little TF a bento lunch almost every day. I have a whole bin of nifty bento lunch paraphernalia, including the seaweed punches that punch cute, little faces out of sheets of nori and a special tweezers to place the cute, little faces in exactly the correct spot. Where have these tiny towels and cases, that bring adorable cleanliness to lunch boxes, been hiding all my life? </div>
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<br />the tofu foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837158958377531389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748632749759870687.post-41266371824918672992012-12-05T03:19:00.000-08:002012-12-05T04:02:40.548-08:00Christmas On The Kanto!This is normally stuff that I put up on my Tofu Fox Facebook page, but the new changes to Facebook means only about 30% of subscribers actually see the events that I post (thanks, Facebook). Since Little TF and I <i>love</i> Christmas, we can't let the season go without telling as many of you as possible about the fabulous Christmas light displays in and around Tokyo!<br />
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Japan National Tourism Organization: A listing of the most dazzling Christmas displays in <a href="http://www.jnto.go.jp/eng/indepth/exotic/JapanesQue/1211/illumination.html" target="_blank">Tokyo, Miyagi, Osaka, Hyogo, Nagasaki, and Hokkaido</a>.<br />
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Gotokyo.com: <a href="http://www.gotokyo.org/en/kanko/adachi/event/hikarisaiten.html" target="_blank">Festival Of Light 2012</a>. Almost a million bulbs light up some of Tokyo's tallest trees<br />
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Merry Christmas, Miyagase: Visit the the town of Miyagase, located between Sagamihara and Atsugi, for <a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=ja&u=http://www.miyagase.com/&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dmiyagase%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26tbo%3Dd%26rls%3Den%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D593&sa=X&ei=7Y6-UISEIKuXmQW6noDQDg&ved=0CD8Q7gEwAg" target="_blank">Miyagase's fantastic Christmas displays</a>. Visit Santa, sip hot chocolate, ride the sparkling choo choo train, and wander across the glittering bridge that spans the lake. We did this the first year we were here, and it was so much fun that we are doing it, again. Driving directions and directions by public transportation are all on their Google-translated website, as well. If you've got small kiddos, bring some blankets to bundle up!<br />
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Sagamiko Resort Pleasure Forest: This park has sledding (courtesy of snow machines), a five-story maze, obstacle courses, a ferris wheel, and a Christmas light display of <a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=ja&u=http://www.sagamiko-resort.jp/&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dsagamiko%2Bresort%2Bpleasure%2Bforest%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26tbo%3Dd%26rls%3Den&sa=X&ei=cii_UP6jOYiImQXCyoHoAw&ved=0CDIQ7gEwAA" target="_blank">four million lights</a>. Looks like a fairly reasonable drive from Tokyo!<br />
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Yomiuri Land: I asked one of my students to tell me her favorite place to view Christmas lights, and she picked Yomiuri Land. Located on the Odakyu Line, Yomiuri Land has roller coasters, bungee jumping, sea lion shows, go-karts, laser tag, and lots of other rides. For the holiday season, <a href="http://www.yomiuriland.com/english/" target="_blank">Yomiuri Land</a> is presenting the <a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?sl=ja&tl=en&js=n&prev=_t&hl=en&ie=UTF-8&layout=2&eotf=1&u=http%3A%2F%2Fyomiuriland.com%2Fjewellumination%2F&act=url" target="_blank"><i>Yomiuriland Jewellumination</i></a><i>. </i>With display names like <i>"jewelry road" </i>and <i>"diamond canyon", </i>the Tofu Fox family might have to put this one on our To Do list!<br />
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Roppongi Hills German Christmas Market: Do you love gluhwein, sauerkraut, bratwurst, and stollen? Spinning <i>Weihnachtspyramide </i>and <i>Kathe Wohlfahrt</i>'s wooden ornaments? This small, but delightful, Christmas market is for you. I spent two years of my late elementary school years living in Germany, and <a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?sl=ja&tl=en&js=n&prev=_t&hl=en&ie=UTF-8&layout=2&eotf=1&u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.roppongihills.com&act=url" target="_blank">Roppongi Hills' market</a> brings back all my special memories. I can't believe I forgot to add this one! Roppongi Hills also has plenty of lights to dazzle, with the <i>Artelligent Christmas 2012 </i>displays!<br />
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So far this year, you've come along with me as Little TF and I have gone: <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/08/lovely-lotus-and-sankeien-garden.html" target="_blank">lotus-viewing</a>, <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/06/temple-to-hydrangeas.html" target="_blank">hydrangea-viewing</a>, <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/10/the-chrysanthemum-are-coming.html" target="_blank">chrysanthemum-viewing</a>, <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/06/in-which-we-visit-iris-festival-part-2.html" target="_blank">iris-viewing</a>, <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/11/reflections-on-moon-viewing.html" target="_blank">moon-viewing</a>, <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/11/the-luckiest-cats-in-tokyo.html" target="_blank">lucky cat-viewing</a>...basically as many Japanese viewings as possible! While autumn leaves may be in full blaze on the Kanto Plain right now, the Christmas season has kicked into high gear at the Tofu Fox house. We are getting ready for my in-laws to pay us a visit, holiday parties are crowding our weekends, and, oh yeah! Mr. TF came home from deployment! Welcome home, hubby! <i>WE MISSED YOU. </i></div>
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Way back in early November, before Mr. TF came home, I heard about the evening autumn displays at one of Tokyo's most famous gardens, Rikugien. Knowing how insane December would be, I immediately booked a babysitter for a date night and put Rikugien on our calendar. Even though I love Christmas, Japan's autumn season is stunning and deserving of appropriate appreciation.</div>
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Fortunately, Rikugien was our <i>second</i> post-deployment date night, because we got into a fight on our <i>first</i> post-deployment date night. This is pretty much tradition with us. "Hi, sweetie! It's so good to have you home! Let's go on a hot date and smooch and have all those fights on which we didn't want to waste precious emails and Skype calls!" So, we did. At least this time we made it through dinner, first. Like I said, it's tradition. </div>
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Rikugien is one of the oldest gardens in Tokyo. Commissioned by a Tokugawa shogun in 1702, the garden was miraculously spared by WWII bombs. Its mountain and pond-style design is based on Chinese and Japanese poetry divisions, which somehow relates to the number six, the number which is also inspiration for the garden's name "Riku-". During the Meiji period, Rikugien was owned by the founder of Mitsubishi, who then donated to the City of Tokyo in 1938. If someone has a Japanese garden they need to unload, I'm currently accepting donations.<br />
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Every autumn, Rikugien hosts a special, night-time illumination. And, I suspect, a Christmas one as well...I saw many pine trees strung with darkened lights. The park was filled with strolling crowds, hot food and drink stands, snuggling couples, parents with sleeping babies, and enthusiastic photographers with tripods. Lots of tripods. <br />
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Mr. TF and I, bundled up against the chill, paid our entrance fee, grabbed an English map (we were also offered a French map, which kind of made me happy), and crunched down the dark paths in search of our first illumination.<br />
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I really wish my photographs did nighttime Rikugien justice. Around every corner were brilliantly lit maple trees, a sparkling pond complete with perfect reflections on its surface, or a curving bridge with shadows thrown into sharp relief. In spite of being surrounded by Tokyo, the only noises we heard were the sounds of nature, happy crowds...and clicking cameras. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Imo-yama/Se-yama. This two hills are located on the large island that floats in the pond's center. "Imo" and "se" were old Japanese terms for "woman" and "man". The hills are said to represent Izanagi and Izanami, the brother and sister who create Japan in the country's myth of origins.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>This portion of the garden was filled with hoses that let off steam. The <br />steam created a fantastic, ghostly effect. I could have sat here for hours.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The last part of our stroll brought us to this corner of the pond. Maple trees nearly touched the pond's surface, created exquisite mirror images in the water's glassy surface. This was Mr. TF's favorite spot. </i></td></tr>
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After declaring this second date night a resounding success, we stopped in at the French bakery across the street from Rikugien for dessert, before heading back to the station to catch our train home. By now, the temperature had really dropped, so we ate our treats rather quickly. What a delightful evening of autumn leaf viewing with my hubby! I am so glad to have him home!<br />
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<i>Rikugien's autumn illuminations will be available for viewing until December 9. The garden's hours are extended for this event until 9:00 pm. The tea houses take their last orders between 7:30 and 8:00 pm. Wear warm clothes and comfortable shoes!</i><br />
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<i>Access: Komagome Station on the JR Yamanote Loop. About 15 minutes from Shinjuku, or 25 minutes from Shibuya. Rikugien is a 5 minute walk from the station. Check the guide map outside the station for directions, or just head up the hill on the southeast side of the station and then turn south (left) at the first major road. The entrance to Rikugien is at the first major intersection.</i><br />
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A friend recently told me that she had never visited Yokohama's Chinatown. I gasped, "But Chinatown is so easy! So close! How have you not been?" Right then and there, we put a visit to Chinatown on our calendars.</div>
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Usually, when I go to Chinatown- sans a certain, energetic preschooler- I like to poke around the many "antique" stores and tea shops. Since this most-recent trip including Little TF and my friend's just-turned-one year old, we skipped the grown-up destinations and stuck with the silly ones. Little TF is very enthusiastic about panda bears right now (she tells me she dreams of pink pandas...?) so I told her she could pick out <i>one</i> panda present. To that end, we hunted down every panda-selling venue that we could find. Wow. Chinatown has <i>a lot </i>of panda stuff<i>. </i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Cheerful panda bento boxes and panda chopsticks.</i></td></tr>
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Little TF was thrilled with the panda bear bubble blower that she picked out. A bubble blower that required batteries. And broke the next day. Insert joke about "Made In China" here. But we had beautiful weather, enjoyed the hustle and bustle of Yokohama, made a poor restaurant choice and ate bad Chinese food, and the kids were entertained for another day of deployment. All in all, a fantastic Saturday!<br />
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<i>Allegedly the largest Chinatown in the world, Yokohama's Chinatown can be accessed via the Minato Mirai line out of Yokohama Station. Head in the Motomachi-Chukagai direction and get off at Motomachi-Chukagai. Follow street-level signs to Chinatown. If shopping for pandas isn't your thing, head to Motomachi's outdoor shopping mall, on the opposite side of the expressway/canal from Chinatown. Stopping in at Starbucks, Gap, Zara, Longchamp, lots of cute shops, and chic restaurants make for a great afternoon!</i><br />
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When visiting Japanese temples or shrines, you may notice that many of the massive gates are covered with graphic, black and white stickers. These stickers are not the Japanese version of graffiti, but rather <i>senjafuda</i>, or "thousand shrine tags". Worshippers have their names printed on special strips of paper, pay a small amount to the chosen temple, go through a prayer ritual, and receive permission to apply their sticker. </div>
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It's getting harder to participate in this tradition. Many temples and shrines have now banned the practice, as worshippers have increasingly been caught sticking without paying. Also, the invention of synthetic adhesives means that many modern stickers damage the wood of old shrine gates.<br />
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Scrolling through my computer's photo library, I suddenly stumbled upon these photos from October's visit to <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/08/lovely-lotus-and-sankeien-garden.html" target="_blank">Sankeien Gardens</a> to celebrate the Japanese tradition of <i>otsukimi</i>, or <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/09/bunnies-mochi-and-moon.html" target="_blank">harvest moon viewing</a>. I can't believe I forgot to post about this, one of my most favorite things to do in Japan. It was my second time visiting the gardens for otsukimi, and this time we actually saw the moon! <i>Yatta!</i></div>
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While we could have taken the train to Yokohama and then hopped on the bus to Sankeien Gardens, I had Little TF with me this time. I never rode buses with a baby Little TF (wrangling a stroller on and off a bus- while holding a baby- was too ridiculous) and so I never really got into the bus-taking habit. I also knew we'd be out a bit late, so I drove in the hopes that Little TF would fall asleep on the way back home (she did). <br />
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After driving through Yokohama and making a few wrong turns that were easily fixed, we arrived at the Gardens! Dusk was falling and a perfectly clear sky was promising a spectacular night of moon-viewing. We paid the entrance fee at the automated machines, duly admired the cat posed <i>just so</i> under the paper lantern, and entered a darkening Sankeien Gardens. <br />
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Sankeien Gardens' pagoda is the first to greet visitors. Built in Kyoto in 1457, this pagoda was brought to the Gardens, from its original temple home, in 1914. The pagoda has been designated an Important Cultural Property by the Japanese government, and is a very recognizable symbol of the Gardens and the city of Yokohama. I've never made it up the hill to admire the pagoda from up close, but it still appears in many of my photos from Sankeien! The gravel crunched under our feet as we passed by several photography enthusiasts, giant telescoping lenses capturing the pagoda as it lit up against the fading light.<br />
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<i>Otsukimi </i>was traditionally celebrated by Heian aristocrats in the ancient imperial city of Kyoto. Moon-viewing parties included evening boat rides, seasonal displays of flowers and food, poetry-composing sessions, and musical performances. All of these were meant to enhance the the aristocratic appreciation of the moon in its finest hour, the autumnal equinox, when the moon is still said to sparkle the most. <br />
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Sankeien Gardens sponsors seasonal events for the weekend closest to the autumnal equinox, and I had put the dates on my calendar back in the spring. My first <i>otsukimi</i> in 2010 still ranks as one of my top three Best Japan Experiences, and I couldn't wait to see what 2012 would bring!<br />
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After strolling through the outer garden and past the pagoda, we headed into Sankeien's inner garden and the <i>Rinshunkaku. </i>Also an Important Cultural Property, this building was originally a summer residence belonging to the house of the Tokugawa shoguns. It was brought to Sankeien Gardens and reassembled in 1918. Decorated by famous artists, one of the rooms features paintings of Japanese musical instruments. Perhaps that is why this the Gardens' <i>otsukimi</i> musical performances take place there!<br />
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Earlier that weekend, performances of traditional Japanese court dance and some of Johann Sebastian Bach's pieces for strings were performed. We were able to make it to the performances of traditional Japanese music. A crowd had already gathered around the Rinshunkaku and its neighboring pond, with attendees standing on a beautiful wooden bridge or seated on the soft lawn. Usually the Rinshunkaku is closed up, but on this evening the sliding doors had been removed and the entire interior was open. <br />
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Little TF, our friend, and I got comfortable on the grass. As the musicians came out and and seated themselves with their instruments- a <i>biwa</i> and bamboo flute- I pulled out a picnic dinner and some <a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/2012/09/yummy-bunnies.html" target="_blank">marshmallow bunny wagashi</a> to encourage Little TF to be silent and <strike>eat</strike> listen. <br />
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The haunting tones of the biwa's plucked notes danced with the strains of the breathy bamboo flute. A pleasant evening, the breeze sighed along with the music. By now it was completely dark, and all eyes were on the brilliantly lit performance. The biwa player's voice began to float above those of the instruments. All eyes were on the scene, that is, except for mine; Little TF had dropped her marshmallow bunny and was freaking out.<br />
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Marshmallow bunny saved and returned to its owner, silence returned to our patch of lawn. We dreamily listened to a few more musical pieces, when the two original musicians were joined by another biwa player and a percussionist. Eventually, I ran out of marshmallow bunnies and we regretfully left the poetic scene. Perfect timing, as it turned out; the bright moon has just risen over the treetops.<br />
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Underneath the pagoda's hill is a small, wooden noodle shop. It was quite busy on this celebratory evening, but we managed to snag a table with fantastic view of the moon. Our friend ordered a noodle bowl with crispy tempura, and I ordered a bowl of noodles and mushrooms. Having already eaten dinner, Little TF dispensed with the main course and chose <i><a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/search?q=otsukimi" target="_blank">dango</a> </i>for dessert #2. <i> </i></div>
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After dinner, we went for one last walk around the backside of the gardens, past darkened tea houses and over a tiny, rushing stream. We slowly passed through a backlit bamboo forest and admired how the light threw the bamboo's graphic qualities into sharp relief. Yet another perfect night of moon-viewing at Sankeien Gardens- but also bitter sweet. It was the last Japan otsukimi for Little TF and me. </div>
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<span style="text-align: left;"> I shall be sad when fall returns. I will </span><span style="text-align: left;">miss Japan and Sankeien's otsukimi celebrations. </span><span style="text-align: left;">Although, next year, I will finally have a backyard. Perhaps an East Coast otsukimi? I hope so.</span><br />
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<i><span style="text-align: left;">For directions to Sankeien Gardens by bus, as well as a link to the Gardens' English website, please visit my older post, </span><a href="http://tofufox.blogspot.jp/search?q=sankeien" target="_blank">Lovely Lotus And Sankeien Gardens</a>. The Gardens' website is worth checking out all year long- information on artistic and cultural events, as well as updates on what's blooming, is constantly updated. Plum Blossoms are on my list for February. If you'll be here next autumn, put the autumnal equinox on your calendar, now!</i><br />
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Learning how other cultures connect with the divine fascinates me- both in what is different and (more often) in what is the same. We are all asking the same eternal questions, no matter what corner of the globe we come from. This puts "visit houses of worship" high on my sightseeing list. Fortunately for me, when we visited Taiwan this past summer, the city of Taipei had plenty of temples to check out!</div>
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A huge difference between Japanese and Taiwanese temples was immediately apparent. First, all the temples that we visited were Taoist, as opposed to the Shinto or Buddhist houses of worship in Japan. Second, the Taiwanese temples were <i>packed</i> and <i>noisy. </i>While the very famous temples in Japan are always crowded, visitor participation usually seems limited to lighting a few sticks of incense, tossing an offering into the coin box, bowing before the deity, maybe purchasing a fortune, and taking lots of photos. Performing any of these religious gestures is optional. Taking photos is a must.</div>
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Not so the temples we visited in Taipei! The clatter of wooden fortune-telling tools tossed on the floor, a monk lecturing off to one side, the bustle around the offering tables, the burning of spirit money, the heavy clouds of incense, and the color red on practically everything made these temples an experience for all five senses. There were so many people engaged in various acts of worship, in fact, that I later asked our hotel concierge if the day was a religious holiday (it wasn't).<br />
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Here are some of the photos I took during our temple explorations!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Worshippers light incense to be waved and set inside massive, ornate burners. Incense performs an important<br /> function in Taoist temples by purifying the space and the minds of the worshippers. So many <br />worshippers burn incense, in fact, that the pollution is a <a href="http://www.taipeitimes.com/News/taiwan/archives/2012/11/10/2003547340" target="_blank">growing problem</a> for the city of Taipei.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Offering tables crammed with food. </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Offering round, aesthetically pleasing fruits are best- fruit is that is bitter or unattractive should be avoided. <br />In Taoism, fruit symbolizes the results of proper efforts and hardship.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Flowers are also placed on the offering tables. For the Taoist, flowers are a reminder </i><br />
<i>that Nature can change both one's heart and the hearts of others.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Prayers are offered in front of the tables. Folded palms display reverence.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The offering tables are a riot of color! </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Many of the temples feature enormous, hanging lanterns. Many Japanese temples have large, red lanterns with <br />only a few, painted kanji characters; the Taiwanese lanterns are beautifully and intricately painted. </i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>The temple to Confucius is particularly fun to visit...here it is getting ready </i><i>to </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>host a matchmaking </i><i>event. Pink hearts and balloons are everywhere. </i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">These temples had much more than just worship going on!</span></i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>These temple grounds are less busy, but plenty of residents still enjoy the gardens <br />while avoiding the stools set up for the evening's upcoming matchmaking affair!</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Tucked in one corner of the temple a group of elderly musicians <br />plays a mix of traditional and modern instruments.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>In the main courtyard, a group of avid photographers practice their fashion photography. </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>These wooden crescents are tossed on the floor by worshippers. The way they clatter onto the ground determines which wooden stick the worshipper pulls out of the jar. The stick corresponds to a specific drawer in the fortune box, from which the worshipper withdraws a fortune.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The fortune sticks.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Shelves of joss paper, or spirit money. Gold paper is exclusively for ancestors or higher deities. This is something I never see in Japan, and seems to be more religiously Taoist in nature. The paper is burned in special furnaces to make sure that the deceased has many good things in the afterlife. </i></td></tr>
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I'm a tea junkie! Two storage bins full of tea- from Celestial Seasonings' chamomile and Candy Cane Lane to powdered Japanese green tea and loose Taiwanese jasmine tea- take up an entire shelf of valuable kitchen cupboard space. There is even a bottle of gelatinous Korean yuzu tea in my refrigerator. So when I passed a Lupicia store front while running some errands at my local mall, I <i>had</i> to stop to check out the new, seasonal teas. </div>
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Sadly, I have made a resolution to firmly squash my compulsive tea-buying habits until I finish at least three containers of tea from my bins. Even for me, the amount of tea in my house is getting ridiculous. But I couldn't resist Lupicia's delicious teas in their too-cute metal containers. They are going in the boxes of Christmas gifts that are being sent out this week. It's the perfect way to stick to my resolution <i>and</i> give in to my tea-buying compulsion! </div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">So, family and friends....I wonder who the lucky recipients are? </span><br />
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Two weeks ago, some friends and I took our kids to Studio Alice to get <i>Shichi-Go-San</i> photos taken! </div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">I learned about the Japanese celebration of Shichi-Go-San during our base "Welcome To Japan And Don't Do Anything To Screw Up The US/Japan Military Alliance" orientations. Through my jet lag-induced fog, somewhere between "Don't Drink and Drive" and "Remember OPSEC", the instructor started talking about Japanese celebrations and about how we could take our kids to wear kimono and get their photos taken for Shichi-Go-San. For kids aged three, five, and seven, these special ages are times to visit shrines and pray for their long and happy lives. This year, our last year in Japan, Little TF turned three! Studio Alice, a Japanese photography studio chain, provides kimono, accessories, hair and makeup styling, and props, along with a very energetic team of photographers. Photos can be taken in the Studio Alice photography studio, or kimono can be rented for children to wear to the shrines. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">The kids had an absolute <i>blast</i> getting all dressed up. Studio Alice really made them feel special, and Little TF kept telling me she was a Japanese princess. She picked out the perfect pink kimono, the perfect hairstyle from the catalog, and glowed as the attendants added dangling charms to her coiffure and dabbed on some pink lipstick. What a great memory. We will treasure these photos forever!</span><br />
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<i><span style="text-align: left;">Look up Studio Alice locations by running their<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1225119438"> </a></span><a href="http://www.studio-alice.co.jp/" target="_blank">website</a> through Google Translate. Information on special packages is also supplied. For the actual appointment, a Japanese friend to translate would probably be very helpful. Many thanks to my friend who translated for us!</i><br />
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<i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Disclaimer: I do my best to make sure all my information is accurate. However, details may change or I may just be flat-out wrong. Please let me know if something needs a correction. Thank-you!</span></i></span></i></span></i><i> </i>the tofu foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837158958377531389noreply@blogger.com0