>Food and Finales

>I have just this one post left in me regarding my mom’s trip, because I’ve been writing about this for over a week now.  Really, I probably could have summed up her trip in one word: Food.

To say that my mom is obsessed with food would be like saying that the Pope is Catholic.  It’s a no-brainer.  Though I’m normally a bit possessive of my kitchen I’ve learned that when she visits it’s best to just leave for the duration of her stay; she takes over to do her thing.

Because right now she’s on a highly restrictive diet to help eliminate her food sensitivities and allergies from her system, she came prepared with the grains and foods she’s allowed to eat all neatly labeled and packaged.  On her first day here I brought her grocery shopping and she filled her cart with the items she needed for her stay.  She fully intended to keep on track while she was here.

I think she was mostly successful.  Going out to eat was a bit of a challenge because, as she discovered, she was born in the wrong country.  She was really meant to live in Japan, because the way she eats is so very Japanese in both nature and food content.  She wanted to sample everything, not just the foods she ordered but the items on our plates as well. 

The food highlights for her:

• Finding a huge package of a food product that she uses at home for a mere fraction of the price she’d pay back in the states
• The pineapple park’s free samples
• Starbucks galore
• Two visits to the “purple hat slash soba restaurant” for the sitting on tatami mats and the eating of her vegetable soba bowl
• The enormous platter of food at Yoshihachi’s (but not so much the “shoeshimi” [sashimi=raw fish])
• Cleaning her plate of all the genuine, authentic kobe beef steak at Four Seasons hibatchi restaurant
  
  (If it hadn’t been bad manners, she’d have licked her plate clean)
• And let us not forget the spicy miso soup that practically had her rolling on the floor out of sheer ecstasy while lunching at the fancy organic restaurant at the Botanical Gardens. (If you will, think of the infamous When Harry Met Sally scene for a more clear idea of her excitement about this bowl of soup.)

My only regret about her trip is that I didn’t get the chance to bring her to Thai In The Sky or the Garlic Restaurant, both of which she would have loved.  If only I hadn’t gotten sick with strep throat the first week and had been allowed out of the house… but when you’ve got a nurse for a mother who happens to be staying with you, she tends to overrule such frivolous things as going out and exploring for more practical events like staying home and taking naps during the day.  Not that I minded so much, but still…

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