Finding Beauty with Imperfection

Category: Friendship

Rolling Out the Red Carpet

We are fortunate to have another friend visiting for a few days. Bill, is here on a work trip, but we rolled out the Japanese-sized red carpet for him none the less. I just wished I would have thought of this before the Cummings Clan came to visit!

We went to dinner at one of our favorite spots in Zushi, Blue Moon. We enjoyed the “octopus balls” appetizer.


Both Dave and Bill ordered the Pho.


I ordered the fried chicken to share. But there is one thing I wouldn’t share… my Chick-fil-A sauce!! Say, what!?!


Yes, my shout out for Chick-fil-A sauce worked much better than I anticipated. Bill showed up with two bags full of sauce!


On Saturday, I received a box in the mail from my friend, Sara. She sent individual packages as well as 10 huge tubs! JJ, Delaney, and James all helped to collect the sauce. Thank you so much! I will put a special Japanese surprise in the mail to you. I promise not to include sea urchin pretzels! Haha! Only nine of the tubs are pictured, I sent one to work with Dave this morning!


I am so grateful for the love from friends. I also enjoy hearing the tails of your adventures as you attempt to gather the sauce for me. Thank you so much for going out of your way to make me smile! It means so much!

One last thing, I must share with you the importance of not feeling intimidated with using chopsticks when you visit. Follow Bill’s advice and just stick it!

Lucky

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! We were fortunate to be able to share the day with friends… who flew in from the U.S. Yay! Team Cummings! Our first visitors! 


Today was a lot of first. Not only did we welcome our first visitors, it was also my first road trip in Japan! Sara, JJ, Delaney and James arrived via an AMC flight to Yokota Air Force Base. The easiest way to get back to our was in a car. Hooptie couldn’t all handle us or the road trip so, we rented a van! 


Yokota is on the west side of Tokyo. When we passed through Atsugi, had it been a clear day, we could have seen Mt. Fuji. Sadly, we had clouds. Here is the route to get to Yokota. I must remind you – I drove that – twice!! Maybe you call me: Princess Road Warrior! 


I was able to see so many new signs on my way to pick them up. I quickly assigned Sara the job of “Queen Shutterbug” and to take pictures of the road signs. Sara was an excellent assistant to wabisabisole. I must give her props for most of the pictures in my post today! Some of the signs were ridiculously confusing and worthy of documentation. 


This one is undeniably my favorite! I mean seriously!?! You want me to do what? And go where? 


I assigned James the job of counting how many tunnels we went through. He promptly fell asleep and released his crown, thereby designating JJ as “King Tunnel Counter.” He came through like a boss. Even when I thought he had fallen asleep, he counted. We went through 10 tunnels!! 

Delaney was the “Princess Backseat Driver.” She was the ultimate trooper and refused to take a nap on the way home! 

There was one more first of the evening. A first crockpot fail. Being St. Patrick’s Day, Dave and I prepped corned beef and cabbage for dinner. I put the crockpot on at 10am on low. When we came home at 4pm, it was far from being done. I flipped it on high and by 6:30, we were ordering pizza! Fortunately, no one went to bed hungry and we have dinner for tomorrow night! 

The best part, we have our friends, our people here for a week. We are feeling pretty lucky in the Dwyer house! 


Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Kanpie!! 

Sushi Lesson

Dina and I went to visit our friend, Miki, for a lesson on how to prepare Sushi. The first piece of Sushi equipment she showed us was a large wooden barrel called a hangiri. A hangiri is a traditional Japanese wooden tub that is used in the final steps of preparing sushi rice. The flat bottom and short sides allow for the sushi rice to be spread out and cool quickly. Also pictured is a Japanese towel which will be used to cover the rice as it cools, nori sheets and a bamboo roller mat. I am adding a hangiri to my list of items I need to purchase in Japan. Fortunately, Miki said I would be able to purchase this at the Homes store.


First, we prepared the rice for the rice cooker and then mixed the vinegar and sugar. Pictured below is the recipe for Sushi rice.


Miki selected a variety of sashimi for us to enjoy. A picture of the sashimi we would be eating.


Miki has received extensive training to be a chef. She ordered a knife with her name engraved on it. Yet another item I need to add to my list of Japan items to purchase.


Miki also showed us what to look for when purchasing sashimi grade fish. Notice the three symbols in the brackets on the second line. Those mean sashimi grade fish – meaning it is ok to eat raw.


She also gave us the other important hint about sashimi grade fish. She said it will usually come with a pack of wasabi! Dina and I both agreed it would be much easier to look for a pack of wasabi in the fish than trying to read the Japanese writing.

Dina was put to work slicing the fish. We had two types of tuna and salmon.


Pictured here is tamago (sweet egg), a wasabi pack, canned tuna fish, Shiso leaves and sliced radish in the strainer. All of these items would eventually be displayed neatly and available for consumption.


Miki showed us how to clean the WHOLE squid. She made it look so easy. Here she is holding onto the tentacle part, peeling a strip down the back of the squid and then pulling out the “guts” from the inside. The guts remain attached to the tentacles.

Guts and tentacles remain in the sink. The part of the squid we will eat is on the cutting board.

Using a paper towel for traction, she peeled the tough outer brown skin off the squid.

Next she carefully sliced open the squid and worked to remove the next layer of tough skin on the squid. Removing these layers makes the squid easier to chew.

The squid properly prepared and sashimi ready!

Not letting anything go to waste, Miki cleaned the tentacles by removing the eyes! I asked if they were used in squid eye soup. She laughed. No! Gross! I couldn’t agree more!

Squid sashimi sliced and ready! Dina and I were amazed with her ability to quickly and easily clean the squid. We asked her how she learned to clean the squid – did she learn in her cooking training or from her mom. She said from her mom! We both were yet again impressed. Neither of our mothers would be able to teach us that skill nor would they be interested in even eating the squid raw! No offense Mom… You have taught me plenty in my life and for all of it I’m grateful!


Once the rice was finished, Miki showed us how to prepare the hangiri. Using the vinegar sugar mixture, she coated the bottom to prevent the rice from sticking.

She told us a very funny story about the rice. When the rice comes out of the cooker, it is very hot. It is then given a vinegar bath to cool down. To cool it further we fan it. She acted each phase out. It was adorable. I wish I could have recorded her!

Using the rice paddle, she separated it. You can see the steam rising!

Miki gradually added the vinegar rice mixture. The cool bath!

And then she carefully cut the rice with the vinegar and sugar mixture. She was very gentle taking care not to smash the rice.

Next up, we fan the rice!! Haha!


Once the rice was prepared, Miki covered it with a damp linen towel and then set it in a cooler part of the house to continue cooling down. Once it was cool enough, we prepared the table for our meal. Our platter of sashimi.

A little bit of everything we ate for lunch! Under the plastic wrap is ground tuna.


We ate our Sushi family style. We used nori (seaweed) sheets to spread rice and selected our choice of fish to place on top. It was a casual and fun way to enjoy our sashimi and time together. Dina and I were relieved we didn’t need to make sushi rolls. When you come to visit, we will definitely enjoy sushi together made at home by ME!

Sole Adventures – The LSD 17 Mile March

I didn’t march on Saturday – my Sunday. I’m so grateful for my family and friends who did march throughout the United States. Washington, New York, Asheville, and Chicago. Each woman I spoke with about their reason for marching was different and yet the same. They were marching for their sister and for our country. I have never been more proud to know so many strong women. Women who are willing to travel miles to support important causes – women’s rights, education equality, climate, human equality, and above all – hope. Hope that the forward progress America has experienced is what makes it great.

Unfortunately, no. I didn’t march. I found out about a march in Tokyo after it happened. Instead, I ran 17 miles step-by-step Sunday morning with my husband. A man who supports me and respects me. A man who encourages me to be strong and outspoken. A man who is more than “ok” to be married to a confident, successful and independent woman. A man who is the first to say, “Team Dwyer for the win” at every achievement or milestone in our life.

As we train for the Tokyo Marathon, I’m running every step with my supporting husband and for my sisters around the world. Together and united we are strong and our voice will be heard. I heard you half way around the world today. Again, I couldn’t be more proud of you all.

This is us, 7.5 miles into our run on a chilly cold morning, supporting each other to run long… yes, I’m trying to smile. Mt. Fuji is in between us.


Our morning wasn’t completely clear, but we could still see Mt. Fuji beyond the haze. The small island in the front is Enoshima Island. The white dot on the island is the Sea Candle.



I also snapped a couple pictures of my favorite view on our long runs.

Living in Japan for the past 6 months has given me a new perspective. I have a much better understanding of what feels like to be different. I don’t blend in – I stick out. With that being said, from the start, the Japanese have accepted my difference. Sure, they might stare a little longer or not sit next to me on the train, but, eventually, they smile and someone will sit down. On several occasions, they have offered to help me understand the train schedule or menu item. The Japanese are kind, polite and helpful. I continue to strive to be all of these things. Every day.

I will leave you with a quote that speaks to me about why America has always been great.

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

Emma Lazarus

Japanese Tea Box 

In early December, Dina and I signed up for a class to make (cover) a Japanese Tea Box. I had to delay sharing this experience because the tea box was a Christmas present for my mom and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. The class was taught by a sweet Japanese lady named Atsuko and was held here on the Ikego base.

Dina and I went shopping for the materials together at the fabric store, Swany’s, in Kamakura. The box itself is provided as part of the class fee.

The first step was to wrap the inside edges with a metallic tape to match the aluminum lining.


In Japan, the tea box is part of the traditional tea ceremony. The tea box holds the items used throughout the tea ceremony. I thought the tea box would be a fun and unique gift for my mom for Christmas. Simultaneously, parents love getting homemade gifts, right? I picked out this fabric to cover the tea box.



The next part involved wrapping the tea box with batting. I was actually able to use leftover quilt batting I had from making tshirt quilts. Yes, I moved batting scraps to Japan. In my defense, it was an excellent use of the scraps!


First, the batting is wrapped around the box and then with a decent amount of tension, the fabric is wrapped around. The last part requires hand stitching of the corners.


The final part to the bottom of the box is wrapping the upper edge with a contrasting fabric. A plastic band is stapled to the edge to help hold the fabric and keep it taut.


The top is made in a similar manner. Atsuko helped me ensure the print of the fabric was centered.


The finished product!


Besides having a cool Christmas present for my mom, another positive result occurred from meeting Atsuko. Earlier this week, I was contacted by Atsuko’s daughter asking if I would be willing to give her private English lessons. She recently took a new job with an International company and needed to brush up on her English. We agreed to meet once a week for our English conversation sessions. Our first meeting was last night, (Thursday) at my house. I met her at the train station on her way home from work. As in true Japanese style, she brought me a gift. Wrapped perfectly.


And inside, little cheesecakes. Very delicious, but more like a moist coffee cake vice cheesecake.


Our first session went very well. I helped her with comprehending a work related email and we talked about her New Year traditions. I’m excited to have an opportunity to learn more about the Japanese culture, make a local friend and build my travel fund.

Friends

Today was tough. I received a call early in the morning from our friend, Sue, in Virginia Beach. She called with horrible news. Our friend and neighbor, Terry, was killed in the Fort Lauderdale shooting. I crumpled. My heart broke for Ann, his wife. It broke for his daughters and grandchildren. It broke for all his friends who know him for his beautiful smile and big embracing hug. The murderous act was senseless, horrific and tragic.

I have never felt so far away.

I found this picture of Terry and Ann from when we lived in VB. His smile, love for life and their love for each other is captured in this photo. Looking through all of my pictures of our VB family helped stitch my broken heart. 


I had to go on with my day in another country where the earth shattering news didn’t even make headlines. I felt like a robot.

Fortunately, Dave and I had plans to meet a friend from Great Lakes. Ashley is in Japan visiting her family. We arranged early this week to meet for lunch in Yokohama. We enjoyed a lovely afternoon together. Seeing her and hearing all about her plans and our mutual friends, helped to stitch my broken heart.


It is hard to express how much I love and care for all of you. You are always in my thoughts and in my heart. Stay safe. Peace and love.

 

Friendship Day

Saturday, 8/6/2016, the Yokosuka Naval Base hosted the annual Friendship Day.  During this day, the Mikasa Gate is open to the public allowing the locals to come and enjoy food, fellowship and friendship.  There are numerous food stands sponsored by all the different commands on base.  Here is a list of events and activities being conducted throughout the day.


Because the day was so HOT, shade was at a premium! 

Our first stop… The BEER tent!


We strolled around for a while and found the Beatles Tribute Band.  I was trying to give a thumbs up but, the splint on my pinky finger made it more of a shaka…


This line is for the sandwiches Dave’s command was selling.  It is quite common to see people carrying umbrellas on a sunny day because it provides shade.


I still have trouble in my head with vehicles driving on the left.  In this picture, you can also see a man carrying pizza.  The locals love being able to access pizza.  They will carry away several at a time.


The final picture shows pizza boxes ready to be distributed to hungry locals!  An added bonus was the guy with the cute hat on the right.


It was an interesting day.  We only stayed for a few hours because it was so hot.  

This evening we met up with several others from Dave’s command. For ¥3000 we had all we could eat and drink. The menu rocked me. 


There was a lot if sashimi meat ordered. I passed. Crocodile, kangaroo, horse, whale and squid. Gross. In fact, grosser than my finger. I opted for the salmon, edamame and rice bowl. Yum, yum & yum. 


the end of the evening I was schooled on a lot of Japanese customs. Perhaps my favorite is saying “peace” or “Heiwa”. Pronounced, “hay-wa”. And to give the peace sign palm forward. Like so- 


Kanpie & Heiwa! 

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