Sam has really loved clams and mussels for a long time. The night before Maia was born, I think he ate everyone else's mussels instead of a kid-targeted meal given to him when we were unexpected guests at his grandparents' house. He's always loved Japanese rice and miso soup. And one of the Japanese words he's really mastered and uses a lot is for fried eggs: "medama yaki," literally "eyeball eggs" because they look up at you. So he was in hog heaven when some of the things on offer for him Monday morning were fried eggs with ham, steamed rice (almost always available from the rice cooker), and shijimi miso soup. Shijimi are a very small shell clam (my dictionary says ")corbicula japonica." Here is the wreckage part way through breakfast. He ate the clams out of his parents' bowls too.
Maia has been enjoying the better quality tofu. We pick it up each morning from a place through the alleyway. It's still warm when we get it. And my host mother has been making her rice "o-kayu" - just a porridge of rice with water. It's much tastier than flaked baby rice cereal.
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