Once out Kotoku-In we held to browse in the myriad of kiosks and stalls that populate the prefectural road 32. Since the nature of "tourist items purchased" resides in all of us and does not wait for more than escape our vigilance to let off steam in a wave of color and a bit unnecessary purchases, we have unleashed in our the counters of these stores took away a little bit of everything: Omamori, Daruma dolls (or Dharma), postcard, a bronze bell (well, maybe not bronze, but it does sound spectacular, high and sustained) and other little thing that only the careful mind of my wife Federica can remember! I also remember the taste of candy sellers that offered us at every step. Besides the classic senbei, which I appreciate even whilst not being a big fan, I licked his mustache when I tried the biscuits in the shape of Daibutsu (yes, even if in the end I guess they were a form of "tourist" of Dorayaki ) filled with Anko , jam Azuki , the famous "red beans."
Italian can approach a jam made of beans in a hesitant, but I can assure you that this is a real kindness if you are - as they say in my part - a "sweet tooth"! I think he played in my favor also the surprise factor, ie to know what is eaten only after tasting
^ ^ The picture in the opening post is a few shops where we had our photos seem to raid and although a little gray from the truth are quite lively and colorful.
32 Walking along the road towards the sea we arrived at the temple Hase in ten minutes, after having made another break from rate carbohydrate at the kiosk in the picture below, where we tasted a bomb calories with few equals!
Seeing some German tourists who snapped a sort of huge white buns looking attractive (thanks to the patience of Shiho we were able to reconstruct the name, Manju ), we approached the kiosk and asked the lady at stand what they were stuffed. These were the responses:
1) meat. Not being lunchtime we decided to let customers test the thing to the Teutonic, of course equipped with strong stomachs.
2) "Blueberry". Ah, cranberry jam.
"Well," we said. After an overdose of chestnut jam, due to the nice Japanese tendency to honor the change of seasons emphasizing all aspects, including those linked to the kitchen, a small change could not be well received! Federica
I leave the honor to taste the delicacy, and she a big bite and the sweet - a tragedy! - Overflowing with the sweet chestnut jam! Now, to put it mildly, not very fond of the Faith chestnut jam. To me, on the contrary, like, so I offered to take out the rest of the cake, but I must say that I had my beautiful difficulties: we have put in at least one full jar of jam!
In the photo, the kiosk is charged. If the kind lady tells you any English word that ends in "berry" ... ask for a second time!
While Faith drew on his mouth munching senbei, I think I've walked the road that separated us from the temple Hase with a walk that reminds me of Joe Cocker! Luckily I had
way to dispose of excess sugar into a long, long walk. The day had just begun!
Italian can approach a jam made of beans in a hesitant, but I can assure you that this is a real kindness if you are - as they say in my part - a "sweet tooth"! I think he played in my favor also the surprise factor, ie to know what is eaten only after tasting
^ ^ The picture in the opening post is a few shops where we had our photos seem to raid and although a little gray from the truth are quite lively and colorful.
32 Walking along the road towards the sea we arrived at the temple Hase in ten minutes, after having made another break from rate carbohydrate at the kiosk in the picture below, where we tasted a bomb calories with few equals!
Seeing some German tourists who snapped a sort of huge white buns looking attractive (thanks to the patience of Shiho we were able to reconstruct the name, Manju ), we approached the kiosk and asked the lady at stand what they were stuffed. These were the responses:
1) meat. Not being lunchtime we decided to let customers test the thing to the Teutonic, of course equipped with strong stomachs.
2) "Blueberry". Ah, cranberry jam.
"Well," we said. After an overdose of chestnut jam, due to the nice Japanese tendency to honor the change of seasons emphasizing all aspects, including those linked to the kitchen, a small change could not be well received! Federica
I leave the honor to taste the delicacy, and she a big bite and the sweet - a tragedy! - Overflowing with the sweet chestnut jam! Now, to put it mildly, not very fond of the Faith chestnut jam. To me, on the contrary, like, so I offered to take out the rest of the cake, but I must say that I had my beautiful difficulties: we have put in at least one full jar of jam!
In the photo, the kiosk is charged. If the kind lady tells you any English word that ends in "berry" ... ask for a second time!
While Faith drew on his mouth munching senbei, I think I've walked the road that separated us from the temple Hase with a walk that reminds me of Joe Cocker! Luckily I had
way to dispose of excess sugar into a long, long walk. The day had just begun!
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