Today a friend, who is also a former Tokyo expat, and I made our way to Mitsuwa in Edgewater, NJ. Forty five minutes from where we live, it's a relatively easy jaunt if you don't misinterpret the sat navi and get yourself locked into going through the Lincoln tunnel into NYC, as we did this morning. After an unexpected tour of the garmet district, we found ourselves at the entrance to Mitsuwa, a large marketplace full of all things Japanese. Greeted by a display of enoki and shimeji mushrooms, we shared excitement as we located familiar favorites of bottled sauces and spices. We both left with an array of basics for a washoku pantry. Despite sticker shock for some items, we deduced one added bonus of shopping Japanese in America; we could read the labels and finally understand what we had been eating the past three years. When our household shipment finally arrives, I'll be ready to cook up some nabe.
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