On March 19, I had a plan to have a ãŸã“ç„¼ããƒ‘ãƒ¼ãƒ†ã‚£ãƒ¼ (takoyaki party) with the Fuji Rock crowd, and Tomo was going to come as well and a good time was to be had! That was the plan.
After the earthquake and the issues at Fukushima, I wasnâ€™t sure if it was appropriate or not to have the party. I was writing an email to one of the main protagonists and was typing, â€œWell, unless something bad happens I plan to go ahead â€¦â€ and then an M6.4 earthquake hit Yamanashi and Shizuoka and I felt it in Nagoya. I got quite the adrenaline rush and I think my body tremors actually caused more motion in the building than the initial quake.
Things settled down, and nobody cancelled or suggested that I do cancel, so the show went on. And what a show it was. It was quite fun. Takoyaki is basically breaded bits of octopus cooked into a little ball. Sounds great, huh? Itâ€™s actually really good, and you can put other foods in there too. And we did.
For this house party, I decided I wasnâ€™t going to supply everything and let things evolve like a more traditional houseparty â€“ in other words people pitch in for the materials that were purchased for the party. I still spent a gob of money on the beer, but other folks brought the takoyaki ingredients.
What was hard for me was to completely turn over my kitchen (and subsequently dining room) to others as they prepared the food. All I could do was step out of the way, find the occasional tool they needed, and take pictures.
Tomoâ€™s mom made beautiful chirashi sushi.
I was surprised at how takoyaki was made. I always thought the perfectly round balls of mouthing burning goodness came out of a mold. I was wrong. You fill a half mold with ingredients, and the pan is sized such that there is additional batter around the half molds. Then, at the precise time, you somehow use a little stick to gather up the overflow batter and form the other half of the ball and rotate the whole thing in the mold and let it continue to bake. I have NO idea how to make it. As I said, I just gave up my kitchen to the experts. There were three takoyaki â€œmachinesâ€ though, so an extension cord was stretched to the dining room table, allow more people to demonstrate their proficiency.
Not only was it a takoyaki party, but three peopleâ€™s birthdays were within one week of the party, so we had a birthday cake and celebrated.
Of course, the party went so late that most people missed the last train and found various ways and places to sleep. Although I had several futons pulled out for people to use and still had the couch, not everyone could get a comfortable resting place. That didnâ€™t bother some people.
At around 7 or 8 am, I shooed most people out of the house. As the host, I felt like I couldnâ€™t sleep (although I did somewhat). One friend who drove stayed a little bit longer to make sure the alcohol wore off before driving home (athough he said he was good to drive and I know he wasnâ€™t). He crashed in the guest room, which is like a cave, and instead of waking up at 9ish, he rolled out of the guest room around 12:45 pm. We wrapped things up by road-tripping to really good ramen in the countryside. A fun time again. Although Tomo suggests I start the next house party at Noon!