Here I am, trying to spot my house in Tokyo from up rather high. If I do A Google Earth zoom to my home with the Ota family, I might see this:
Oops too far. That's the garden of the old lady around the corner, still farming the family plot, generations on.
The gate carefully clipped Dr. Zeuss pine says 'direct selling place Entrance'
The farm is impeccable, the buildings from before the war, and the technology low and beautiful.
I popped in today, and the nice old lady tells me I can have beets or cabbage. Next week leeks and Persimmons. She chooses the six most plump, and I give her 2oo yen ($2)
About 20 minutes later, they are home, and a couple are sliced thinly and seasoned with salt, pepper and vinegar.I can't stop eating them. I'm embarrassed by the amount of pleasure their yielding sweet flesh is giving me. Its like eating Snow White.
Their green tops have been sauted with mirin, soy, and strips of Tofu. Im trying to think of a better use of sixty cents, but I'm struggling.
If beets are anything like radishes, they would probably grow in a balcony in less than two months. I can't wait another year to eat this again. So if you are in melbourne, and want to make ceci very happy, put some beet seeds in for me, and we will do a nice trade when I get back in late spring.
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