All You Need is Love

Keiko knows that Beatles song. She likes the Beatles. But she is sure that you need more than love in a Japanese kitchen!

The other day, Katrina came over to consult on just that topic. Katrina was such a good baker that Keiko was surprised that she needed any kitchen advice at all. But Katrina admitted that she couldn’t afford to keep buying the imported and expensive ingredients that she needed for her German style of cooking. She wanted to learn more about Japanese cooking.

“Well, first of all, I’d suggest that you watch some cooking shows. NHK has a few at different times during the day, and some of them have monthly magazines that are textbooks to go along with the lesson.”

Katrina was doubtful.

“Keiko, I am not at all sure that my Japanese would be good enough….”

“Yes, but you get double reinforcement. You can watch the lesson and then read it. And if you’d like, I will watch it as well and you can call me and ask about anything that isn’t clear.”

Katrina’s face brightened with that suggestion.

“I could just text you my questions!”

[Oh dear. Who thinks that Keiko texts?]

Keiko just smiled. But she knew she was leading Katrina in the right direction. The vocabulary for cooking was limited and once you learned those words you could really explore Japanese recipes.

  • Today’s Cooking – A long running show from NHK, the national broadcasting company of Japan.
  • Three Minute Cooking – a daily cooking show that also publishes a magazine with recipes. First aired in 1963!

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I’m Sara

I’m the author of a cozy mystery series set on Teramachi Street in Kyoto. In 1976 I participated in a study abroad program called the Associate Program of Kyoto (AKP). It gave me a tantalizing taste of Kyoto, but it wasn’t enough for me. So in 1978, after graduating from university, I returned to Kyoto on my own. One night a man stopped and asked if I was waiting for the bus. I was indeed. He let me know that the last bus had already gone and offered to drive me home. Not wanting to spend money on a taxi, I accepted. As he drove, he asked me if I needed a job. I certainly did. He smiled and said that he owned a restaurant and gave me his card. And that’s how I ended up waitressing at a small restaurant on Teramachi Street much like the one that appears in this series. One of the other waitresses became my best friend in Kyoto. Over forty years later we are still in touch and I named my main character for her.

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