Whenever I visit a local farmer’s market in this area I’m always amazed at how beautiful and hulking the women are, like silly little big legged bovine beauties walking around so carefree – fair skinned, black hair, long and flowing like a horse’s mane. I wanna marry this type of woman. I would do anything to marry the type of Japanese woman who only cares about making love, eating, and drinking delicious sake, and of course onsen and shrines. She is a fruit of the earth. She’s a Japanese fruit. A Fukushima variety.
Fruits come in many forms and can be eaten in many ways. Kanpyou(かんぴょう), or dried strips of the flesh of a variety of gourd, used in Japanese cooking…i.e. dried fruits.
Whole dried honey apricot(みつあんず), which tasted a bit too sweet, but was nice on a warm sunny day.
This is a type of citrus called yuzu, which was dried shredded and marinades in honey. Always a favorite for me.
And then lastly, my favorite. Whole dried baby tomatoes. I love eating these as is, or with a nice tall glass of ice cold barley tea(むぎちゃ）. AHhh…Fukushima.