It is Otto-san.
It’s fast, it’s already over the weekend, and the year-end.
Christmas Eve tomorrow! you know.
It is too early.
I feel that Christmas mood has disappeared every year from the town without relation to something old.
There is no hope for such Christmas, but it is a bit lonely …
Tomorrow, I went to see Shinosuke Tatekawa’s Rakugo with at Hakataza,
Later dinner is planned to spend Christmas with pure Japanese style called yakitori
Okay, the continuation of Ori rice last week.
· Pork soup
· Chrysanthemum and kimchi salad
· Stir-fried garlic with celery and bacon and shimeji
· Turnip pickles
· Glutinous wheat coconut oil rice
It is the rest of pork the day before,
It is the rest of the pot.
I was thinking to give it to my blog,
I eat too silently and there is no point of view! 🙂
Because the element of the pot is unique and only available in Fukuoka, I will upload it if there is opportunity.
So, I do not like pork soup very much …
Ori-san is also familiar with it,
The biggest reason I do not like pork soup is because potatoes are in it!
I dislike potatoes in miso soup. I really do not like it 🙂
It is truly Ori-san.
They prepared potato-free soup stock.
It was delicious as usual.
The salad of Chrysanthemum and Kimchi,
Ori-san said on the video,
I just wanted to sesame seed oil on shrimps and kimchi.
But I’m a person who likes such simple things very much.
I’m a cheap guy, 🙂
It is stir-fry,
I like what love, asparagus bacon stir-fry very much,
It is my favorite thing to say that I like the most among side dishes.
Have not I said to Ori-san?
Do not know whether you know,
It made a similar thing, it was really delicious.
The recent fashion among the two,
It’s like putting Japanese pepper on pickles,
I also enjoyed the taste version very delicious.
It is difficult to understand with movie,
Since rice was a little extra,
If I have this, I eat natto (rice) which meant meals would be manageable.
I guess eats too much …
Oh Ori-san reply with.
I did not understand that celery is contained. 🙂
It is already Otto-san who can not feel so much that next year is the end of the year, and the year will come.