However, I am personally familiar with soft rice cooked with more water. My mother's rice was the wet type.
And Soba Dojo's rice is the wet type, and I personally was "relieved that the rice was cooked to a very safe level.
Biting into the pickled bamboo shoots with a sour plum taste and the mildly salted takikwan, I slowly munched on the rice. Rice is good, isn't it? Especially rice cooked by others. When you cook for yourself, you can't help but feel a little more grateful.
In no time at all, the moment of the feast came: …….
Good food disappears in an instant. Where on earth have they disappeared to?
Anyway! Having recovered completely and perfectly thanks to the yama-kake-soba, rice and pickles, I paid my bill in high spirits, gave the restaurant a most respectful bow, and left.