Can you see the Kami? He is called Tengu. He may have started out as a monster or a ghost but now he is the protector of a small group of trees near the bank.
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Growing up it was a contest between me and my brother who could be the biggest monkutare!!
Well he won this contest. Maybe being the baby of the family gave him extra monku powers, but he sure was cute! Mom and dad couldn’t stay annoyed with him for too long. Me and our sister Kris? We pretended to stay annoyed.
Got to get this surprise box in the mail to him 🐒🐵
Some of the surprise I didn’t include in the picture in case he reads this post 🙊🙈
The tastiest salmon dishes from Jane who made enough for over 100 people for a recent luncheon at my church, enjoy!
Broiled Miso Salmon
¼ C white (shiro) miso paste*
3 T mirin
2 T sake
1 T sugar
1 T soy sauce
4 salmon fillets
- Whisk all the ingredients, except the salmon, together in a bowl.
- Turn the salmon fillets in the marinade to coat, cover and refrigerate overnight.
- If you are doing an entire half a salmon, after placing it skin side down in a pan, just spread the marinade over the fish, cover and refrigerate overnight. If you only have about an hour to marinate, after coating the fillets, you can place them skin side up so that the flesh is sitting in the marinade and soaks in.
- To cook the fish, turn on the oven to high heat.
- Place salmon skin side down in a pan, pat off a some of the excess marinade and cook for about 10 minutes. Check to see how it flakes to see how done it is and to make sure the marinade still on the fish is not burning. Some people like the salmon barely cooked through and still a little translucent near the middle. If it is a thicker fillet, it might take more than 10 minutes to have it cook all the way through.
- For ease of clean-up, use some aluminum foil in the pan since the marinade on the pan instead of the fish will probably burn due to its high sugar content.
- If you like a little “crispiness” to the outside of the fish, you can cook it on broil instead, but keep an eye on it so it doesn’t burn.
- Can garnish with thinly sliced scallions or thinly sliced scallions and either black or white goma.
*Shiro or white miso paste is a mild miso paste and recommended for this recipe to let the salmon shine through, but you could also use Awase miso, a mix of white and red miso if that was what you had.
Blushing Baked Salmon
6 salmon fillets
3 T fresh lime juice*
3 T honey
2 T olive oil
Salt and pepper to taste
Mint springs and 2 limes sliced in thick wedges for garnish
- Remove fillets from fridge.
- Combine lime juice, honey, olive oil, salt and pepper in a marinade
- Divide the marinade over the salmon fillets and let marinate for about 30 minutes to an hour. Do NOT marinate overnight because the citrus-y lime juice will “cook” the fish like in a ceviche. After coating the fillets, you can place them skin side up so that the flesh is sitting in the marinade and soaks in. You can also do a half a salmon, but then I would double the marinade.
- Turn on the oven to 450 degrees.
- Place salmon skin side down in an oven proof dish or a pan and cook for about 10 minutes or until done to your liking.
- Can also put the oven on broil if you like a little “crispiness” to the outside of the fish, but keep an eye on it so it doesn’t burn.
- Garnish each fillet with a mint spring and a lime wedge.
- Alternatively, you can save back a about a tablespoon of marinade, and use a citrus zester (not a microplaner) to peel off lime strips and put them in the marinade along with some thinly sliced mint. Garnish each fish fillet with a little of that mixture along with a lime slice or lime wedge.
* Wash the lime and microwave for about 15-20 seconds to help it release more juice. How many limes you need will depend on how “juicy” the lime is. I find a lime will usually give me a little more than 1 T of juice.
You are likely to find me in one of two places on Memorial Day. Either way I will be honoring my father and his service to his country in the United States Military during World War II.
Sam Y. Matsumoto
In odd number years you will find me at the Nisei War Memorial at Fairmont Cemetery in Denver, Colorado singing with the choir for the annual Memorial Day service.
The Memorial is engraved with the names of Japanese American Nisei veterans from the Rocky Mountain region who served in the United States Armed Forces and who are now at rest.
In even number years you will find me at the Bolder Boulder, an annual Memorial Day 10K honoring United States military. This is a run, jog or walk race.
About 50,000 people participate every year.
The race finishes in Folsum Field in Boulder, Colorado. As you complete the race you enter the stadium where those who completed the race before you and other supporters cheer you over the finish line!
Many participants wear a bib on their back with the name of the person they want to honor.
Next year is the 40th anniversary. Yes, I have been running since the beginning but those 40 year old race t-shirts are long gone.
I am grateful for my country and the freedoms granted to its citizens which are protected by brave men and women like my dad.
Henry here with an update to the latest lesson learned by a 7 month old puppy.
As you may recall, I went into another dimension and chewed my Mom’s expensive lymphedema glove making it useless.
My Uncle Sam in a fit of ESP (we have a special bond and he felt my distress upon learning that chewing the expensive glove made my Mom turn into a lecture mistress) purchased an extremely generous gift certificate for my Mom.
The gift certificate was lost in e-mail hell for awhile but that was good fortune because the LympheDivas company just started and awesome sale and Mom got extra stuff!
Mom was able to not only replace the destroyed glove but buy all of the following:
Hummingbirds, magical tiny creatures that have boundless energy, this sleeve and glove will make her arm feel light and airy.
The Koi are powerful fish that can easily swim against currents and upstream. This sleeve and glove will bring my Mom good fortune and help her be courageous.
The puppy glove to remind her of me and my brothers.
A miniature secret garden glove, perfecting for a quick meditation to uplift spirits.
Really, Uncle Sam was very thoughtful and generous with this gift. Having these extra garments sure helps with laundry as they need different handling then the rest of the laundry and especially helps Mom feel more cheerful with options on what to wear in the morning.
Well Uncle Sam me and Mom voted and you are definitely winning as Uncle and Brother of the Year.
The beast leaned into him, huffing it’s warm breath over his cheek. He leaned into the beast, taking in the sweet musty smell of the animal. The smell of tea shrubs and fragrant white flowers.
Alone he had removed the rocks and debris from the field. Raked the earth smooth until it was finally ready for the beast.
The beast stepped forward, it’s great hoof covering his bare foot. The sharp sound of bones breaking and the intense pain lifted his spirits. A sign that it was time to begin.
Stepping into the field the beast followed him. The hooves of this son and grandson of great Samurai warrior horses left deep indentations as he followed the limping monk back and forth across the field. Finally the field appeared as though filled with gentle waves of the ocean coming into high tide. The beast nodded it’s head as if to bow to the monk sensing it’s duty was done.
A simple meal of boiled millet and pickled vegetables was eaten with the hashi (chopsticks) he kept in his sleeve. Tying the hashi together with a small length of red silk cord from the beast’s armor he was ready for the next task.
Into the middle of each hoof print he pushed his hashi into the earth. Into that hole he dropped one tea seed. Covering each seed with the rich soil he moved to the next hoof print and continued until the entire field was planted.
In the fall of the third year the plants were shoulder height. The monk knew the first harvest would occur the coming spring. The monk also knew that harvest would produce the finest tea, honcha, the real tea. Those worthy of this scarce treasure, and who could afford the cost, would enjoy a tea ceremony attaining ultimate understanding, good fortune and good health.
As the monk limped through the field he allowed simple pleasures to fill his heart, taking in the familiar musty smell of tea shrubs and white fragrant flowers and the great beast.