I hope you’re having a wonderful 2019. I welcomed the new year with a traditional soul food meal of black-eyed peas, greens, and chitlins. (I usually don’t eat pork— much—but it’s the year of the pig…)
My husband, from Kyoto, ordered Japanese osechi—a Godzilla-sized New Year’s bento box with black beans, dried fish, seaweed. It’s supposed to last for days to give people (historically, women?) a break from meal prep. The osechi dishes have cultural significance, but my favorite tradition is to begin the day with sake. Then I need my Peet’s.
New Year’s in Tokyo. Nothing beats the bargain sales. I’m not proud of the fact that I’ve elbowed old ladies out of the way to get to my Issey Miyake items marked down over a 50%. Truth be told, they threw the first punch. Game on, grandma!