The big “O” – Hiroshima-style

Try watching this video without getting hungry. If you need only one reason for going to Hiroshima, then trust me: it’s the Okonomiyaki – Hiroshima style!



If you have followed my blog, you may have noticed my enthousiasm for the Japanese Okonomiyaki a.k.a. the Japanese soulfood.
A while ago I tried a few times to make the easiest version: the Osaka-style Okonomiyaki and after a few testruns I got something quite nice and good-tasting from it.

Second goal was: the Hiroshima-style Okonomiyaki. Today was my first try…
The start was simple (relatively speaking, then) and it even looked like the real thing:

Hiroshima-style Okonomiyaki

Hiroshima-style Okonomiyaki

..but at some point during the process of flipping it over, ad the fried noodles, flip it over again, add the egg, flip it over again and fry it until ready and flip it again onto my plate things started to go wrong. And at the end I had a cooked-and-fried-mix-of-cabbage-egg-dough-noodles-ham-shrimps with Okonomiyaki-sauce on top of it. *bummer*
So that’s why there’s no picture of the result either, that might take a couple of dozen retries more….

But the goal has been achieved (partially): my soul feels better again 😉

August 6th

Today, August the 6th, is – as you all will know – the 65th anniversary of the day when the A-bomb was dropped on the city of Hiroshima. It’s not up to me to judge on whether it was justified to drop the A-bomb or not. I can only express how I experienced my visit to the city and especially the memorial site at Ground Zero in October last year. I had visited Nagasaki two days before, so I had been prepared a little bit. I had decided to not go to the memorial site the first day, because I have learned that I need time to prepare and to recover. That may sound rather exaggerated, but believe me: it isn’t.

Hiroshima now is a lively and very open city. Of course the people living in Hiroshima have had to get used to millions and millions of people visiting the city, but they are still very, very friendly. I admit that, while walking in the city and seeing an elderly man or woman, I was thinking “Was he here? Did she survive here? Did they experience it all?” and was on the verge of saying something really stupid like “I’m sorry”.
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