Taro’s aunts called from Horyuji to say they were harvesting this year’s plums from the ancient trees in their front yard and to ask if I wanted to come pick up the resulting umeshu in seven or eight years.
Um, yes.
I can think of many stupider reasons I’ve heard for visiting Japan.
Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
dude – if you can take an extra person, I’m in. My jiichan used to make umeshu – kourizato, some clear form of alcohol and lots of ume. Him and his buddies used to sit around the taru with ceramic tea cups drinking themselves into oblivion. I used to get a taste here and there. That taste remains with me today.
Aight man, I’ll hold you to that in seven or eight years.