Brekky around here is a pretty free and easy kind of meal. On any given day I could be eating cereal (ok, I'm boring- I would be eating cereal) Meg eating gloopy rice and raw egg, Amy eating salad and bread and K eating anything and everything he can find. Weekday brekkies the emphasis is on speed and efficiency as Amy in particular is s u c h a de l i b e r a t e e a t e r it's enough to drive you crazy.
Weekend brekky is more egg and bacon and pancakes or french toast and salad and grilled veggies and lots of fruit.
But brekky when Obaachan and Ojiichan are visiting tends to be a different beast altogether.
Rice, of course, the grilled salted salmon, miso soup, salad, yoghurt, tea, coffee (not tea or coffee- tea and coffee) then out comes Obaachan's pickle buffet.
Obaachan is an amazing cook. She used to cook for a living in a bank staff cafeteria. She has mad skills. She was also born the fifth child during the war and her father died while her mother was pregnant with her so they grew up pretty frugally and thriftily and that ethos has stayed with her and nothing goes to waste. Daikon leaves? finely diced and frozen as a garnish or miso soup addition or dried in the microwave to add to homemade furikake rice sprinkles. Ditto carrot leaves. Broccoli and cauliflower stems are kept and used in stirfries and even fruit peel is used for pickling (persimmon) or candying (orange and lemon).
And absolutely everything is pickled. Ojiichan eats pickles with every meal. Not just one variety but many, many types. I still can't believe that level of salt intake has kept him alive this long. On second thoughts maybe he's been salt-preserved himself....
This time Obaachan's mobile pickle factory brought down kelp and daikon, carrot and squid, daikon and lemon, cabbage and lemon, Chinese cabbage and chili and garlic in soy sauce.
Amy was in heaven. That kid is a salt fiend. I had to keep removing pickles from her reach and re-placing them on the table. Not an easy feat when the table is so crowded with people and plates and pickles!
I am pretty used to Obaachan's contribution to brekky when she arrives and really didn't think there was anything that would surprise me anymore.
I was wrong.
This morning she served this up:
(I made that picture extra-big just for dad. Enjoy Pa!) Yup, fish-head soup. Mmmm mmmm yum.
I had cereal.
K had rice and fish-head soup.
Meg and Amy had rice and fish-head soup, too.
Ojiichan had rice and pickles and leftover non-fish head soup.
Obaachan had cereal
... and fish-head soup.
I was ok with everyone eating it and all until Obaachan made that combination.
Just the thought of it makes me feel ill!
Good morning! Definitely not hungry anymore.