As Mio sweats for the financial report, I'll get ready at home. Finally a welcome weekend.
Early Maiden's house had a fun and fun festival.
"I'm determined to let you in. Because if you don't add refreshing flavors, the overall balance is unbalanced."
"It's leeks and tofu that fulfill that. If you add any more moisture, it's not baked. Stewed."
"Sister...... Mio is from Kanto, so of course you can let him in, right?
"That's too bad, Murasaki. Mr. Mio is the one who already knows the real flavor."
"Become, do you say this is a fake, Senior Matsumoto!
"Don't lick the province......! It's Fukuoka who can beat Kanto if it tastes like food, even if it loses in terms of population and TV channels."
"Which is it, Mr. Mio?"
"Make it clear, Mr. Mio."
"No cabbage for sukiyaki!
"Let it in or not!
"Eh, to be honest, they were both delicious..."
Repeat.
There was a fun and fun festival going on.
"Stop - hey!
"What's up, Tsuchiya?"
"I'll ask Mr. Tsuchiya a question, because I'll take my time to fill it in later. Now please wait."
"Why am I the only one asking questions? Stop fighting about the food!
Where the three of us were discussing a serious issue, the earthen house broke in. In his hand, he holds a plate with three baked corns. He likes it.
"But seniors..."
"Yeah, Murasaki. Hey, listen."
"Yes."
Murasaki, who tried to say something, sat suddenly in a chair and put his hands on his knees. Honest.
"Too honest to do the opposite...... Well, yeah."
Saying so and sipping oolong tea, Tsuchiya cut out again.
My parents are in Nagasaki.
"You said early market."
"Yes, yes. I'm from Nagasaki Prefecture, but my dad is from Fukuoka, and my mom is from Kumamoto."
Tsuchiya said the difference between the two food cultures had cast a shadow on Tsuchiya.
"Do it, the ramen soup is thick thin, the sashimi soy sauce is sweet spicy, the fried bread has a kiki powder or sugar, or at the end of the day let the school take a water bottle or not. I made a scene every time."
"Matsumoto, what's a water bottle?
"Sometimes tap water doesn't taste very good in Fukuoka. Many schools bring water bottles."
Kumamoto seems to be less resistant to drinking tap water, and I've heard that bringing water bottles is less common.
Then when asked how it compares to Tokyo's water, it's a little hard to judge. I don't really feel the difference with Fukuoka City, but honestly it's hard to tell the difference in water taste.
"Yes, it is. Fukuoka's water tastes a little different than Tokyo's, but it wasn't so bad that I couldn't drink it."
Apparently not. Speaking of which, Mio was a lover of ozone-sterilized Tokyo tap water, 'Tokyo water'.
"Can we go on?
"Oh, I'm sorry. Go ahead."
"Well, I mean. There are differences between regions in the way things are eaten, which is obvious. The idea of putting superiority and inferiority on it is barren. It should be black and white, and no one will be happy where it comes from. Do it?"
"Indeed."
"Right......"
Nagasaki is a place of cultural exchange that has been open overseas for a long time in Edo. As for accepting something else, some lands are so eagle.
Tsuchiya's opinion was that he was actually from there.
"Do you understand?"
"Surely, Nagasaki dishes and udon are also eaten locally with Ustar sauce."
Nagasaki dish udon.
It is a Nagasaki dish with fried noodles of parisian parsley topped with wasabi noodles. A specialty dish alongside Champon, it is a delicacy that can be eaten everywhere in Nagasaki.
"Oh, really?
"You've heard of it. They say it's really exclusive to Nagasaki."
"The way we eat that we can't think of from us is also justice on the ground. The attitude of not imposing it is an apprenticeship." No, do it. "
Yeah?
"Plate Udon, Ustar Sauce, Sprinkle"
"No, actually, I tried it once, but I'd rather just call it..."
"Matsu."
"What?"
"Come on out."
"Where did you go with what you said two minutes ago?
Repeat.
A fun, fun, very fun festival is underway.
Even as such trouble happens early in the beginning.
“Joo-woo!"
"Uh-huh!!
"Kuah, I can't resist the grease that stings!
"Senior, where is Lemon?!?
When the beef calamari was on the iron plate, it was all cleaned up.
If the meat in the field is great, so is the meat in the ranch and the beef. That would be the case.
"A lemon would be a refrigerator. I'm hanging up already."
"I'll take it"
"It's me... it's me...!
"Yes, Mr. Mio, it's time to eat."
"Whoo......!!
Baking calamari is surprisingly difficult.
From that moment I put it on the iron plate, the calamari is scattered with juju and gravy and cooked in an accelerating manner. There's an exquisite world out there that burns as soon as you're a little alarmed.
"Matsu, get used to it"
"I'm better at pork though."
So useful is the know-how I cultivated in my specialty cooking/ginger grilled pork.
When the meat is aligned on the hot plate, the white fat immediately shines.
The smell of soy sauce and sugar emanating from the broiled sauce fills the room with the scent of fat, making it appetizing as it flows through open windows and ventilators.
When lifted with chopsticks, the meat sifted as a sign of 'cooked well'.
"Ho, it's about time to eat. This way, Murasaki."
The calamari meat to be fattened is integrated with the sauce as soon as it is placed in the mouth.
Whatever your preference is for meat hardness, it is more auspicious to be soft in terms of "tangling with sauce". The feeling of freshly baked meat, sauce and rice mixed together can only be tasted with BBQ.
"Hey, Matsumoto."
"What is it?
"Are you sure? Really?"
He was so excited about Mio, but when he started eating, he got anxious.
Is that it?
Can't you accept reality in the gap with the meals of the last few days? Oh, my God.
"Mr. Mio."
"Ugh, yeah."
I can explain the way, but this is a dining place.
Simply, appealing to instinct is justice.
"That's okay."
"But..."
"Even though Mr. Mio had a hard time working, he put up with a lot, and he did his best. The meat here is what Mio got himself."
"I am."
"That's right. It's Mio's, so Mio can eat it."
"… ru"
"Yes?"
"Eat!!
"Yes, eat it"
All right. It's just a loss to think later in the day.
Let Mio enjoy this summer, which is almost over. Let's just think about that today.