|Asparagus skinny enough to make it in LA.|
And here is Japan's vulnerable underbelly: an aging population coupled with a low birth rate AND a profound lack of Mexican and South American food. Don't get defensive, Japan. The thing is, I know you would love it if only you tried the real deal. I once didn't get Mexican cuisine. My disinterest even made me think their pyramids were a little shoddy. Then I left the east coast and it's goopy, brown, red, and yellow combo plates and had my mind blown by soft tacos, tamales, and burritos. I mean it, Japan, just recruit some serious chefs and taco truck folks on some kind of diplomatic exchange. You will thank me later. Get a load of these beauties from the market.
|Papusa! Wonderful stuffed tortilla-esque little Salvadorian pancakes that call to me from across the Pacific.|
|Frying up papusas--you are doing God's work, ladies.|
|Blue corn pork tamale with tomatillo sauce. I need a moment. Ok.|
My mom also got the lowdown on a truly good deli (something I never could find when I lived in Southern California) called New York Deli 2. Pastrami? Corned Beef? Why choose? She brought home the double decker and a side of potato latkes. Unbelievable. It's another thing you just can't get in Tokyo. Sure, there are a couple of lonely Kosher joints, but the sandwiches are delicate little things on mild bread. Mom used to actually schlepp rye bread from New York to Japan for her mother about forty years ago. Mashugana for the rye and Pumpernickel, my grandma.
|The slaw on this was not bad, either.|
|Rich and delicate--fabulous even without the sour cream and apple sauce.|