It probably seems late to be writing here in December about harvesting anything.
But soybeans are an interesting crop.
First off, soybeans are called kuromame — 黒豆 — here in Japan, literally ‘black beans’. Because when they are left on the vine to completely mature, they dry, become very hard, and are a deep ebony color.
In actual fact, soybeans are harvested at two distinct stages.
The first harvest comes about a month after the appearance of the new bean pods. These soybeans are green and fairly soft. When the pods are boiled and lightly salted, they are called edamame — 枝豆 — which translates to ‘stem pea’ or ‘branch pea’. Edamame is among my favorite treats both at home and at a restaurant. It makes a great snack or an appetizer.
It’s right after this first harvest that our prefecture — a prefecture is the equivalent of what is called a ‘state’ in the U.S. and there are 47 prefectures in Japan, ours is named Hyogo — has our annual Black Bean Festival.
Because our beans are reputed to be among the best in Japan, people come from all over Japan to buy them, or send them out as gift packages.
This first harvest either must be eaten quickly or frozen. The green soybeans will spoil within a week of being harvested.
Which is in sharp contrast to black beans. They will have completely dried out, are hard as a rock, and will last almost as long as most rocks, as long as they’re not attacked by insects or radioactive zombies. At the same time, in order to make them edible, they must be boiled for hours and hours.
To arrive at this petrified state, black beans are left on the vine for two to three months. They are monitored and at some point their stalks are cut and they’re flipped over and either left upside-down on the ground or hung up to dry out. So here we are in December and many local farmers are just getting around to collecting their black beans. Some will leave them out for another month or so.
Here’s an interesting side note. Black beans taste very different than the early-harvest green soybeans. They’re roasted to eat as a snack, boiled and made into a healthful soup, soaked in sugar and used for various desserts. They’re turned into a sweet paste and used as a filling in dessert cakes, the way we Westerners might do with custard or whip cream. Or sometimes the beans are sweetened and inserted in a cake or sweet roll the way we might do with raisins or chocolate chips. This all seemed pretty weird to me at first, but I’m getting used to it finally.
Actually, the Japanese have quite an array of splendid confections unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before: dumplings, starch balls, rice cakes, hakuto jelly, tokoroten, higashi, dango, dorayaki, mochi. They have great affection for honey toast, sugar toast and every imaginable variety of crepe. There are crepe shops and stands everywhere!
One thing I definitely haven’t figured out yet: Japanese love their sweets, love their treats, and in general love to eat! But they’re so slim. It’s not like every other building is a gym or there’s a raging pandemic of bulimia or anorexia. If you could bottle whatever slimming mechanism is going on in this strange land — call it Svelte Fat Melt Magic Elixir #9 — you’d become a billionaire overnight!
Here are some photos, spanning both the early and late soybean harvest.
Life In Japan: Shinto Monk Home Blessing
All of us at one time or another have had strangers come to the door. Maybe it’s Jehovah Witness or Mormon recruiters; someone looking for a prior resident; a person whose car has broken down; a magazine salesman; one of those people who go around stuffing fliers in mailboxes, advertising a new gym, a sale on snow tires, a new restaurant opening down the street, a holiday sale; a person with Alzheimer’s disease who wandered out of the back door of their house down the street.
But how many of you folks can say they’ve had Shinto monks come by to bless your home, your life, and all of those in your immediate family?
Of course, they’re seeking alms. But that’s really standard operating procedure here in Asia. When I was in Myanmar, shortly after sunrise, young monks would fan out through the neighborhood where I was staying and ask for a daily contribution for their sustenance and the continuation of their spiritual work. The community values their presence and what they contribute to the social equilibrium, and shows its appreciation with pocket change and small bills. Is this so different than passing the hat, collection basket, handheld wireless ATM at a church in the U.S.? I think not.
Besides, the Shinto monks who go door-to-door here put on a nice little show! See for yourself . . .
It must be working. No one around us that I’m aware of has gotten the plague, we’ve had no invasions of locusts, blood seems confined to the arterial systems of the hosts, we never get thunderstorms of hail and fire. We have our share of frogs but quite honestly they’re cute little critters. Noisy but cute.
I’d say Japan is better off than most ancient civilizations. Meaning, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it. I’m certainly looking forward to another visit from the Shinto good fortune team when they run out of money. Until then I think I’ll just levitate . . .