Over the past year, I have been pretty honest with everyone about the struggles of living abroad. There are a lot of them. Especially in a country like Japan where, no matter how hard I try, it is impossible to truly “fit in”. While I have certainly been tested in many ways since moving here, I am always amazed at the discoveries we make in our daily activities (like walking to the train station on a Sunday morning). I mean, how many people can say that in their half-mile walk to the train station before church they stumbled upon a festival at a local shrine where fresh mochi was being made?
I haven’t said much about mochi on Tokyo Terrace. There is really only one reason for that: I cannot seem to succeed at making my own. All the elements fail to come together and it ends up being a complete disaster. I get stressed out just thinking about it. There are many, many food bloggers out there who have been extremely successful at making mochi, I just don’t happen to be one of them at this point in time.
Because of my past failures, it was especially wonderful to see this totally random display of mochi-pounding and consuming. First, the pounded rice went through a machine that looked like a meat grinder into a bowl of water. The water keeps the mochi moist, which is very important to achieve the correct texture. After going through the machine, the mochi is pounded with a wooden mallet. Great way to relieve stress, yes? I have to say, if I could do it this way I might have more success…
Since we were the only two gaijin standing around watching, one of the men making the mochi decided we looked desperate enough to deserve a taste of the chewy treat. So, he pulled off two pieces of the white, gummy substance and handed one to me and one to Brad. Let me just say, I now completely understand why there are so many deaths around New Year’s caused by people eating fresh mochi. Yikes! This stuff is seriously sticky.
We couldn’t stay long. By the time we returned to the shrine just 2 hours later, there was no sign that anything had even happened. The mochi men were gone, the stands where they were serving soup had disappeared, and everything was back to normal. Huh.
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