When heading to the Osaka and Hiroshima based areas of Japan, you’ll often hear the advice that you must try Okonomiyaki.
Okonomiyaki is a savoury pancake, consisting of batter (or noodles), cabbage, pork and a variety of toppings to add. It’s cooked on a hot surface, and flipped a number of times until to begins to take the shape of a pancake.
One of the traditional ingredients is otafuku sauce, which is made with meat extract. And this is fairly hard to avoid when trying to order Okonomiyaki in a traditional restaurant. You can order without pork, but generally it will still come with the sauce, which if you’re a strict vegetarian is obviously a problem.
However, if you’re visiting Hiroshima, you do have an excellent alternative. A restaurant called Nagataya Hiroshima, just stepping stones from Peace Park.
They have two menus – one traditional and one vegetarian/vegan. The veggie…
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Hi everyone and happy Thursday! Me and my son finally put up TWO Christmas trees in the last couple of days! We have a regular one and a Charlie Brown tree 🙂 I’ll be doing a post in the next few days. Today I’m taking you back to a post I did last year. If you don’t have an idea on which type of cookie to make for Christmas…Biscochos might be a good idea. They aren’t really that hard to make. The cinnamon, anise flavored cookies are a favorite here in El Paso and inmany Americansouthwest cities. According to E Reference Desk, the cookies are so popular they were adapted as the official New Mexicocookie in 1989. The cookie/recipe was brought by the earlySpanish settlers. Besides Christmas,Biscochos aremade for specialoccasions like wedding receptions andbaptisms. What are yourfavorite desserts and foods for Christmastime? Feel free to share them in the comments…
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June and I started the day in black and white before going out for a meal in full colour. In a restaurant of intersecting lines June and I surrounded ourselves with attractively patterned clouds. She thought vertically while I day dreamed in horizontal layers - the night dream archaeologist would later find the footprints of an early hominid in the lowest layer, as well the plastic casing of a transistor radio. As the luminous dust began to settle in the aborted launch pad room I told the waiter that my meal could foresee the future although in reality it could only remember the past. He later showed me a hole in the wall where something had entered the building which has never been found; I emptied my pockets when I got home.