To me, the most beautiful food in the world is Japanese. The artistry, the skill it takes to make everything on the plate look perfect, even the little salads.
I have a couple little Japanese places around town that I favor, and one of them is literally across the street from our house. When I need a break from work – whether it’s writing, editing or housekeeping – I head across the street with a book for lunch. The place is tiny, with just 10 tables and the nicest staff, a little ironically Korean.
I always order the same thing. Lunch Box C – Teriyaki chicken, California roll, 5 pc. tempura (includes 2 prawns), rice, miso, green salad (I love the ginger dressing) and a Mandarin orange cut just so.
I don’t eat sashimi, but I have to admit it’s so pretty when other people order it. I have issues with the texture of it, and having grown up fishing in Alaska, raw fish was something you ate if you were starving to death and couldn’t light a fire.
This meal I order is so huge I usually bring half of it home. I always eat the tempura, salad and soup, because I don’t want to carry soup home, and the others wilt if they’re put in a container.
So yesterday I sat at a little table for an hour, enjoying my lunch and reading (or re-reading for at least the 5th time) Only His by Elizabeth Lowell and enjoyed my Lunch Box. That makes for a great day for me! (And the kiddo got a whole Californa roll for a snack when she got home from school.)