Yuko-sensei’s teaching began, as she tells it, a long way from Aichi. She was studying in Canada, cooking Japanese food for friends from a dozen countries in a shared kitchen, and noticed something about what happened when she put a plate of homemade sushi on the table.
Category: Culinary Experience
Reading time: 20 min
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The Meijō Line runs in a loop around Nagoya, and if you ride it far enough east you reach a station called Nagoya-Dome-mae Yada. Most people who get off here are going to a baseball game. The Chunichi Dragons play under the dome a five-minute walk from the exit, and on match days the whole neighbourhood turns into a slow river of navy-blue jerseys.
On other days it is simply Higashi Ward: a residential grid of narrow streets, a post office, bicycles parked in front of small apartment buildings, laundry on balconies, an elderly man watering plants in a pot the size of a bucket. There is nothing here that appears on a list of things to see in Nagoya. That is not a failure of the neighbourhood. It is the reason to come.
Somewhere on one of these streets — you are given the exact address once you book, which is the arrangement any of us would want if we were the one opening the door — there is a kitchen where a woman named Yuko Takimoto is soaking a sheet of kelp in cold water and waiting.


