Here’s a short, evocative piece inspired by (pork shoulder block, 300 grams): The butcher wrapped it in wax paper— butakoma, 300 grams —a perfect square of marbled pork, fat spiraling through pink muscle like cream stirred into tea.
At home, I sliced it against the grain, each piece catching the kitchen light. The pan hissed. Soy sauce, mirin, a knob of ginger. The meat softened, surrendered, soaked up the dark sweetness like a confession. butakoma 300g
Three hundred grams—not too much, not too little. Enough to remind me that small things, well handled, can fill a whole heart. Here’s a short, evocative piece inspired by (pork
By the time the rice was ready, the pork had turned tender, almost shy. I ate it with pickled vegetables and the quiet of a Tuesday evening. Soy sauce, mirin, a knob of ginger