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lunedì 21 gennaio 2008

MISODOFU


Another fruitful visit to restaurant Inada. Chef Saburo Inada had just returned from Japan, bringing back with him a brownish-greyish paste which he served to me in a scoopful, accompanied by slices of bottarga. I savored microscopic bites, trying very had to guess what it may be. That's a sort of exchange of courtesy among food people, namely the challenge of delicious yet unknown foods. After a few minutes of thinking, all I could tell was that I was trying something which had fermented and which resembled a cheese that tasted like miso. Actually it is miso fermented tofu from the South of Japan. The flavor is quite complex, salty but also reminiscent of chestnuts and of mirin. I had tried something similar in a yakitori joint in Tokyo and tried to get to know more about the product over there, without success of course.
A notable dish was the crab meat wrapped up in scallop sashimi (wonderfully translucent sheaths of fish), sitting on a base of dashi jelly and with grated yuzu sprinkled over it... 
This time I could not find anything about it on the net but have not given up yet.
At the moment my first for fermented foods is quenched by a slim but very dense booklet, Tsukemono, by Ikuko Hisamatsu. It describes a big variety of pickling methods (Japanese and Korean) using miso, salt, rice bran, sake dregs...A veritable goldmine of information.



mercoledì 2 gennaio 2008

FOOD PEOPLE

MOIRA HOLLAND or why I like old people...

Moira is a 76 year old woman living in Cuggiono (Italy). I met her in the Eremo di Miazzina, a recovery hospital for old people north of Lago Maggiore. At first I thought her funny Italian accent had something to do with the people living in the mountains. But when I asked her where she came from she answered "sono inglese". As conversation continued in English I said, "you are not English, you are English". The accent I know too well but this was an Irish-born, Scottish-raised woman whose family actually came from Flanders and received the surname "Holland" from their area of origin. In Britain, the Hollands where linen weavers, a Flemish speciality of those times (19th century I suppose).
Anyway Moira left home at 19 - she did not get on with her stepmother - and embarked on a ship. The next thirty years she worked as an onboard chef, traveling across the Oceans, from South America to the Caribbean Islands. She learnt to dive a bit and water ski. 
I asked her what was the most beautiful place she ever visited:
"there are not beautiful places, it's the atmospheres, flying from Lima to Caracas, the Amazon forest below me like an endless carpet, in 1986".
Today, Moira is learning to walk again after breaking her hip and spending 12 days in reanimation.

domenica 23 dicembre 2007