Welcome again to Jennifer and Tate’s culinary journey down the International foods aisle. When we were last with our brave duo, they were traipsing through jolly old England and eating Spotted Dick. Luckily neither of our heroes perished and they have embarked on another journey.
This episode: Sake
Country of origin: Japan
Disclaimer: This was not actually purchased on the International foods aisle at the grocery store because HA! Tennessee doesn’t sell liquor (or wine, *GASP*, I KNOW!) at the grocery store. This was purchased in an oft frequented liquor store.
Tate “surprised” me one evening returning from our weekly liquor store run with this bottle of Sake. I had never tried, nor had I ever WANTED to try Sake, but being the adventurer that I am, I gave it a try.
This swill, I’m guessing, wasn’t actually from Japan, despite the fancy schmancy Japanese writing on the bottle. I’m guessing it was home-brewed some place in Appalachia by brothers (and cousins) Bubba Joe and No-Teeth Cooter.
Ick is all I have to say.
Well I also have to say it made my stomach feel very warm, but not in a good way that say, Peppermint Schnapps in a cup of hot cocoa does. I only had about 3 sips, but with the warmth emanating from my belly, it seemed liked a guzzled the whole bottle AND swallowed a glowing torch.
Tate was less than impressed also, though I don’t think his negative feelings were as strong or as WARM as mine.
We later learned from some high faluting, Sake drinking friends, that Sake is actually a lot better heated, like on the stove, as if Sake needs any help to make you feel warmer. If we can get the nerve, Tate and I will try the Sake again and report our findings.
The thrills! They just never end here on Playgroups are no place for children.