I've been home from Fukuoka for a week.
The basin of turmoil is over and the public has returned to everyday life. With some unusual work, I also resume normal work with the public at this time.
Brewing coffee and sending out employers to sort out the mail and direct mail that had accumulated during the holidays. Night comes as I clean the room and process the laundry.
Considering I worked until midnight this time last year, I think it's a lying change. At the credit of that change, it is generally after six o'clock in the evening that the original Lord of this House returns.
“Ping-Poon."
As soon as the intercom rings, go to the front door.
They imagine that when the time is free, they will not be driven by anxiety, and this is basically the only job in slow space that requires the earliest action.
Unlock the door and step back and wait for the door knob to turn.
Then a few seconds later, the door opened gently.
"Just now?
With an uneasy look somewhere, glancing at it. Early Maiden was the one who put her face out of the door gap.
My neighbor, my employer.
"Welcome back"
"Ha, I'm home!
"Yes, welcome back. You've worked really hard a week since the holidays."
"... thanks"
I get anxious that there might be no one at home, he said at first. I was wondering if I still didn't have enough credit at the time......
Wouldn't this flow itself be getting interesting now? That is my finding in front of Mr. Mio, who looks a little lit up with praise.
"Can I have dinner as soon as possible today?
"Yeah, what's with the soy today?
"Soybeans of the Day"
It is a premature maiden house, perhaps rarely nationwide, where dinner is told based on soybeans.
"That, there isn't? Not today?
"Yes."
"Right."
"It's the first Friday of the holidays, right? After the holidays, I prepared a bowl of tofu for Mio, who is tired."
"Oolo tofu?
"It's handmade tofu made from soy milk."
"You can even make tofu at home...!
"I'm about to make it. Do you want to do it with me?
I've been waiting for Mio to come home, trying to get him some freshly made. I also have a tendency to do this because I'm someone who looks like he enjoys where I cook.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Immediately!"
"You don't have to rush. In a hurry, you see, smashing your little toe into the frame of the door."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... ahhhhh!
I bumped it. It's so boring.
I make less mistakes at noon work. Maybe I'm balancing at home. It hurts to nod in a suit.
"Ice, I'll get it."
"Ugh..."
Yeah, I kind of got my routine back. I feel that way.
"Make the cooling just a little stronger, come on, let's start"
"Ooh."
Normally, when it comes to tofu, I think of something white and square. After adding the cream to the soy milk, the stiffened area was shrugged and moulded.
Eating the hardened part as it is is is "Oolo Tofu".
Refined dishes that are fluffy, soft everywhere and delightful for tired bodies, as the moon that melts in the clouds is called the 'Blistering Moon'. I hope it fits Mio's mouth.
"You've heard of Mio, haven't you? This clear water is the 'dust'."
"Magnesium chloride from sea water."
"I knew more than I thought"
Speaking of which, a long time ago, it was like saying, "Pet bottles are not dirty because they are polyethylene terephthalate" or something. It would also mean that leading marketers need knowledge of chemistry.
"There are also a few ways to make it, but it's the best way to use earthen pots, so this is it for today"
"Authentic -!
"Add soy milk and acne to earthen pan and warm over low heat"
If you wait for about ten minutes as it is, the hot air will rise from the surface.
"Oh, wow. It already smells like tofu."
"A slightly sweet fragrance of soy milk would be nice,"
"Hey."
"Look, look closely at the surface. Can you see the white membrane just nowhere?
"Oh, really. Like when I had milk..."
"That's the soup leaf. I put it in miso soup."
"This is how I make that..."
"If you shudder and dry it, it'll stay there, but let's eat like this today"
While we were talking about that, it would be right around the time when the two and the little bubbles started coming up.
"Stop the fire here, put on the lid and wait fifteen minutes and it's done"
"Is this all?
"Yes, that's all. Easy and delicious is appealing."
This completes the lead role. And then we make something else in a fifteen-minute wait.
"Warm up the stock in another pot, add the mirin...... Add chicken meat while loosening the meat."
"Meat......!
"When the meat comes through the fire, add salt and soy sauce. If you add grapefruit and water-soluble single chestnut flour in the other boiled place...... It's the completion of the meat pan."
In winter, you can add ginger instead of teak. It has a warm body and prevents colds.
"All you have to do is prepare ice water... Well, it's time for fifteen minutes."
"Lid, can I open it?
"Fine. Be careful, it's hot."
Place a thick wet cloth on the lid part of the earthen pan. For earthen pots, this one is less slippery and safer than mittens.
"Come on."
Mio put his hand on the lid as he dragged his foot slightly toward the kitchen.
Lifting the light brown ceramic lid, the air in the kitchen, which had left the scent of teak, was repainted to the scent of tofu.
"Wow......!
"Yeah, you did well"
"Tofu smells so dark."
"It's not just the smell. For three seconds now, why don't you take a bite?
Spooning in the earthen pot, the white mass accepted it without resistance at all.
One mouth shrugs and lifts. From the supernatant, a thick aroma of thick white tofu emerged.
"Because you're boiling, I thought you were like a tofu, not at all...?
"It's not just the looks that make it different. Yes, uh."
"Ah."
When I'm putting tofu in Mio's mouth, I remember each cold day.
I thought the season was shifting and it looked like a swordfish hina bird, but I'm going to keep my mouth shut because it's going to be easy to tell Mio I don't remember the day.
"What do you say?
"Tofu tastes thick...... I've never seen it so dark and sweet......!
"Soybean squeezed soy milk is solidified as it is. Depending on the way you look at it, you can feel soybeans rather than eating them as they are."
"Yeah, yummy. Delicious, Matsumoto!
You seem to like it. Above all.
By the way, when I got back to Tokyo (this way), I went back to calling my original Matsumoto.
"Come on, let's make it dinner"
"Yeah!"
Arrange dishes at the table and serve dishes made with pomegranate tofu.
"First of all, keep it that way, it's the one with the ginger on the pomegranate tofu. Eat with Ponzu."
"A delicious one"
"The next thing I know, I sprinkled a piece of meat that I just made, Oolo meat tofu. And a handmade chiller chilled in ice water. This is done with eggplant and okra with chunky summer vegetable miso soup and shallow pickles of cucumber."
Put some wheat tea in the cup, about the table.
"I'll have it!
"Here you go!
Thus surrounding the table with Mio is also the fifth day since Monday, counting.
Just five days, just five days. This time, which follows even though it was not obligatory by contract, is by no means natural, something we both got. At least that's what I think.
Looking at my employer obsessed with meat tofu, I thought to myself, hopefully Mio too.
"Welcome"
"Welcome."
"Okay, I'll clean it up."
One of the advantages of this dish is that it uses very little oil.
There is also very little oil coming out of chicken meat. It can be washed with water and almost dropped, and is also Earth friendly because it doesn't need detergent very much. It is a dish that has no place to go.
"Um, Matsumoto?
"Hmm, what's up?
When I was layering the dishes, Mr. Mio raised his right hand as a mistress. He has the look on his face like a kid who's had to say something hard for everyone to say at the grad club.
"You know, tofu today was so good"
"Really? That's good. Mio, you like tofu."
"Yeah, yeah. It is, isn't it?
"What is it?"
The truth is, what Mr. Mio is trying to say is speculative.
And I'm guessing that Mr. Mio is also being perceived. Still, around what I'm trying to say, I guess I'm quite determined.
That's why I have to haunt my heart.
"You know, I like tofu, too."
"Yes."
"I don't know when you can eat regular meat or anything. - Oh, my God."
Ordinary meat.
It wouldn't mean a refreshing accompaniment like today's meat sprinkles, but a greasy meat dish like ginger roasted or hamburger.
I see, I also know you're going to miss Mr. Mio.
Anyway, Mr. Mio hasn't had a greasy dinner in the last five days.
"Ramen."
"... eh"
endured.
"Iron Pot Dumplings"
"... ugh"
Oh, it's working.
"Another ramen from fried squid"
"Ababa"
I won.
They list the calories they consume, and no one can break their heart.
"Don't be so depressed. Nothing is just Mr. Mio's fault. Because I'm not the only one who wants you to eat something delicious from Fukuoka."
"Bye!
"But that's it, this is this. Calorie festival (fest) on consecutive nights during the basin holidays. It's not just the flavored rice noodles that I brought home from Fukuoka, Mio."
"Yes......"
I'm going to have feelings for the sober Mr. Mio, but if I relax here, it'll be harder later. This is where I stand.
A month from the days I endured my tofu life to get to the sea. The savings on the squeezed body were finally exhausted.
Mr. Mio's battle to reclaim what he lost, or to lose what he had reclaimed too much at all, has just ushered in a second round.