My husband went to work out while I was preparing dinner tonight. I'd gone for two hours this morning, so I didn't join him. As I was cutting up the gobo, I heard him come home, and a second later I heard him yelling for me from the door.
He's torn a muscle in his right calf. It's seriously grotesquely swollen, just looking at it. The poor guy is hobbling around our apartment on crutches, and I'm wondering how he's going to fare on his own when I go visit my parents next week.
He pointed out this means I'm the only healthy one in the house: he's torn his right calf muscle, and the dog has a torn left knee ligament. The dog has surgery scheduled for Dec. 29, just in time for New Year's. I hope my husband is better before then...
Anyway. After making him an ice packet and getting him to sit down, I went back and finished dinner. I had thought since we'd both been so good with working out lately we could afford to have a little bit of fried food. That was a mistake, since he won't be working out for awhile, but it was too late.
Tonight, therefore, we had fried renkon (lotus root) and gobo (burdock) with matcha salt, chicken with a matcha-mayonnaise sauce, a new batch of kenchin-jiru soup (the tofu fell apart today, ugh), and our usual rice and ume-hakusai pickles. Yes, tonight's theme was matcha. I'm on a tea kick lately, as you might have guessed from my ocha-gara consumption.
My basic shita-aji recipe for chicken is a liberal dash of sake, some peeled and sliced ginger, and some naganegi (leek). Just marinate it, or cook it up and add a sauce. It's worked for me fairly consistently.
Although I clearly need to work on my decorative drizzling of sauce.
Below, more renkon than gobo...
I thought the gobo was so cool and pretty fried like this.

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