harita-san dropped shrimp into oil so hot i heard it in my chest. ten seconds. out. salt. that's the whole thing. she laughed at my thermometer.
open the postcard →march and april. tokyo, kyoto, then yunotsu. in tokyo i sat at a 14-seat ramen counter on the water. the broth had been going since tuesday morning. that's the bar.
in yunotsu, harita-san dropped shrimp into oil so hot i heard it in my chest. ten seconds, out, salt. that's the whole tempura. she laughed at my thermometer. then she made miso soup in under four minutes. no dashi packet. the kombu had been sitting in water since morning. it tasted like the ocean had opinions.
we cooked a pop-up with WATOWA gallery on april 12. harita-san's onigiri is free below. start with that one.
“she laughed at my thermometer.”
✦ written there
notes from the road.
she made miso soup in under four minutes. no dashi packet. kombu that had been in water since morning. it tasted like the ocean had opinions.
open the postcard →
ate at a ramen place last night. fourteen seats. right on the water. the broth had been going since tuesday morning. i'm thinking about it still. recipe coming if i can figure it out.
open the postcard →keep cooking