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My Japanese host parent showed how to peel chestnut from his farm. Shinji-san would sell all of these chestnuts every early morning.
Before you watch this video, it’s recommended if you read this story below 🙂 Enjoy!
“Yokoso!”, an honorific warm-hearted welcoming expression from Sumiko-san and Shinji-san, or Mrs. Sumiko and Mr. Shinji, decorated my first arrival in a small, serene, and green village of Yuno, at Shizuoka prefecture, Japan. Your guest is your king, a metaphor that many Asian cultures behold when it comes to guest-welcoming with a belief of take-and-give for their future life. They were going to be my first Japanese host family for a night; a night that I would never forget as it changed my diet and life style, healthier and greener.
All the way I could see around Shizuoka was irresistible and peaceful scenery. Pristine water from Mount Fuji streamed along Yuno’s river, nurtured the life above its fertile soil. I was simply mesmerized by the atmosphere, dipping my bare feet in the fresh cold water running above the rocks, blending in with the element of nature. Slurps of richness from the river oozed down my throat and enchanted my mind as if I was ten years younger. Shinji-san explained that he spent many of his time cleaning up the sides of the river from all potential wastes littered by irresponsible humans who do not respect the mother earth.
With the most passion and pride I have ever seen in my life, Shinji-san showed me the rice paddy field where all grains were cut-off traditionally by hand. My eyes were then drawn to the prestigious plantation that Shinji-san described as the source of family’s life, pure white and colonized: buckwheat flower, a main ingredient to make soba noodle, a worth-waiting menu for tonight’s dinner. Soba is a type of thin Japanese noodle which can be either served chilled with dipping sauce during summer or boiling hot with a broth like a noodle soup during the winter. Sumiko-san runs her own Soba-making school and a small traditional Soba restaurant next to her house. I had tried Soba before in Indonesia, but my head kept telling that what I would taste tonight would be zillion times more delicious. As I was still imagining myself, disbelieving that I would try precious hand-made Soba from its master chef, Shinji-san awoke me to help him collecting the chestnuts for dessert before the Soba is ready, another nature’s blast from his living heaven.