From the radio, I heard someone calling in the radio station and sharing his thought about marriage. His point was that Japanese men cherish the idea (or illusion) that things are better left unsaid, especially in the relationship of wife and husband. Thus, his father asked his mother to marry him, by saying, "Will you make my miso soup?" Good thing is that his father was born in the right time. There was a time when those words were generally approved as a proposal of marriage. And I am glad I am not living that time. Anyway, my point is that, once upon a time in Japan, life was incomplete without miso soup.
Today's miso soup:
konbu and dried bonito soup, two kinds of miso, potato and wakame(seaweed)
