What kind of food do you most like to eat when dining out? For me, it’s Japanese. Maybe it’s because I like fish and dishes that aren’t smothered in rich, heavy sauces. Perhaps it’s the artful plating of fresh, healthy ingredients that showcase their colors and textures (we eat first with our eyes). Or what about those lacquered bento boxes — just-right portions nestled in cute little compartments — so neat and organized! Moreover, after a Japanese meal I feel satisfied but not stuffed, and more often than not, the overall experience is calm and relaxing.
A bowl of warm, restorative miso soup is the perfect prelude to a delicious Japanese meal, priming the palate for the goodness to come. I enjoy nibbling on the little cubes of tofu and wakame strips while stirring the broth with my chopsticks, then savoring each sip (no matter the restaurant, it’s usually just the right temperature too!). Ahhhh . . . so good!
Much as I love Japanese food, I actually didn’t know how miso was made until I read Miso Magic by Moni Ritchie Hadley and Mizuho Fujisawa (Albert Whitman, 2024), a tender father-daughter story about family traditions and cultural heritage flavored with a gentle lesson in patience.
As the story opens, young Chiyoko is anxious to build a snowman with Papa to celebrate the first snowfall of the year, but Papa says it’s time for her to learn the family business of miso making. They head for the misogura (work barn), where she learns how to clean the tubs for making kōji, an edible mold that’s the secret to miso’s umami flavor.
Despite Papa’s enthusiasm, Chiyoko remains unimpressed with the prospect of tasting miso made with her own hands, and watches passively while Papa pours rice into a big tub of water. While the rice cooks, they shell soybeans, and once it’s done, Papa spreads the rice on a large tray to release the steam.
Since it reminds Chiyoko of fresh, white snow, she whacks at the rice to break up the chunks and to smash “snowmen.” Papa tells her not to play with the food: “We handle the rice with respect.” He sends her outside for a time out.
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