It’s not like I can’t make any bubur asyura here. (In fact I’ve already bought some sweet potatoes last Friday) But the prospect of making it and eating it alone makes it unappealing. Earlier today I made some mango pudding – and already I’m dreading having to finish the whole medium bowl alone. As for the sweet potatoes – I ended up having boiled sweet potatoes for tea.
Still, last Friday, I really had a craving for bubur asyura. So, when I learned that Daud – a sempai who has been really helpful from the moment I got to know him and his wife - just got his second child earlier that day, I decided to go out and buy a gift for his baby as well as buy some ingredients for bubur asyura.
After spending a long time window shopping and finally purchasing a cute sweater for Daud’s newborn child, I decided to have tendon as dinner at Tenya. Someone had told me to be careful with Tenya since he was told that the miso soup at Tenya contains sake, the Japanese rice wine. I decided to check on it and when I asked if there was any sake in the miso soup, the waitress was quick to answer back “zenzen zenzen…”(never). Alhamdulillah, since I’ve always been a big fan of Tenya’s tendon, I was assured that there’s nothing to worry about it then. I missed Tenya so much so that I had dinner at Tenya on the day I returned from Malaysia last month, and I normally have dinner at Tenya once in a week or a fortnight.
No surprise there, I’ve always like tempura anyway. I like sushi too but was initially worried about sushi containing mirin – sweet sake – so, I only bought my first sushi after I’ve learned enough nihongo to query whether or not a sushi contains mirin. That particular stall where I bought my first sushi in Japan apparently got their supply of sushi elsewhere so when I made my query, the girl behind the counter had to make a phone call to check on it. Unfortunately, I was able to buy only one type because she only asked about the particular box of sushi I was holding and nothing else. At that particular time I was rushing because a friend was waiting so I just bought the sushi and went on my way. I’ve since learned to ask for mirin-neki sushi (sushi without mirin), so that I have a wider option before purchasing any.
In the end, last Friday, instead of bubur asyura, I treated myself to a bowl of tendon followed by a later indulgence in one of those perfect Beard Papa’s cream puff.
Yes, I know, I've sang praises for Beard Papa's cream puffs before. It's not like I'm getting paid for doin so. It's just that I think they are sinfully delicious for seemingly innocent looking puffs.
Crispy shell yet filled with cold, luscious, fresh vanilla custard cream fillings, with a final touch of just enough powdered sugar to make them look like the decadent treats they truly are.
Yummy!
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