At the moment most of the surrounding farms seem to be in the middle of their harvest, with many of the fields full of a variety of strange wigwam shaped straw edifices. Allegedly these are meant for the various bean crops that are popular in this region, but I can’t help feeling that I have somehow stumbled onto a Japanese set of ‘The Wicker Man’. Still, as I am yet to receive any invitations to participate in the ritual sacrifice of virgins I suppose I needn’t be too afraid; but I intend to keep a string look out for any Gaijin shaped effigies, just to be on the safe side.
Mrs. Sasaki and her (adult) daughter Maki-san seem to spend approximately 24 hours a day cooking. It really is incredible how much food the two of them seem to produce, and I suspect that as well as providing the whole family with two ginormous hot meals a day, they are secretly making provisions for an underground bunker. There can be no other explanation, apart from an as yet undetected soup kitchen, to explain the industrial amounts of cuisine that is produced on a daily basis. Not that I’m complaining, as I am treated to every Japanese dish imaginable, but I reckon that the Sasaki farm could give those infamous EU food mountains a serious run for their money.