The DHL man showed up on our door recently, bringing with him a metric shit-ton of dried porcini, courtesy of our crazy Italian friend ™ Emanuele.
This is the good stuff: big, thick slices of mushroom, carefully dried and packaged so you end up with whole dried fungi, not fungus powder. Even before I opened the cardboard box that the mushrooms were shipped in, the aroma of the porcini was almost overwhelming.
Strangely enough, I was bragging about our newfound mushroom-y wealth to a German friend, who wanted to know where in Milan the mushrooms had been bought. Turns out, she lived right across the street from the store (La Fungheria, natch) before she relocated to Japan. Small world.
To celebrate, Yukari made porcini risotto last night. Delizioso!
Last week, we went to a baseball game in Tokyo with some friends. We saw the Tokyo Swallows play the Tokyo Giants — a cross-town Tokyo showdown! The Swallows, though, fit in with the Chicago Cubs, when it comes to talent pool.
The Giants, by comparison, are the Japanese equivalent of the Yankees; they pay top dollar for their players. In fact, many Giants players have gone on to play in the Major Leagues in the States.
Despite this, the Swallows crushed the Giants, 6-2. We’re going back for another game next week and are going to sit in the middle of the crazed Swallows fans, instead of on the edges, where we’ve sat previously. If we make it onto the Jumbotron (Swallowtron?), you’ll read about it here first.