Ever since I started traveling to Japan, I've been fascinated by the
"edges" of the country -- the reaches beyond hypermodern Tokyo. I just
returned from researching story assignments in Kyoto, and also Tohoku,
Japan's rugged far north - one of those edges. What a trip. In Tohoku I
learned how traditional food culture endures there, and how its
mountainous geography and harsh climate have shaped the way people eat.
I met farmers, fishermen, cooks, sake makers, Buddhist priests, moms
and grandmoms who carry on food customs handed down through the
generations. I learned about the role of naturally preserved fish and
vegetables, wild uncultivated greens and even game in the diet. And I
got to feel the soul of the place through the warmth and kindness of
strangers who invited me into their homes, kitchens, barns, breweries
and workshops. More to come...
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