The White Peril 白禍

Alice is thinking about Martha Stewart and the 80s:

It [Entertaining] is a great book, from a time when being completely over the top extravagance was just about to become more socially acceptable than it has ever been since (the 80s), and I wish Martha had just continued right into that stratosphere instead of becoming more small-scale domestic, but then everyone else downsized too, so one can hardly blame her for that. "The most sumptuous book on entertaining ever published" says the back cover, and when I read it as a teenager teaching myself to cook it seemed entirely fantastical and extraordinary: who were these people who threw "A sit-down country luncheon for one hundred seventy-five" in their back garden? Who would make eleven kinds of tiny weeny cocktail snacks for fifty guests? A gingerbread mansion for "The holiday party", complete with pediment, finials and cupola plus internal lighting? The mile-high lemon meringue pie- "My mother and I baked it when we had extra egg whites on hand, and made a meringue as high as the oven would allow"- went on my mental list of lifetime ambitions, along with plenty of other things nobody in England had heard of in 1982- pissaladiere, tabbouleh, filo pastry, tempura, and on and on.

I'm with her--aspiration is a good thing. They're broadcasting Nigella Lawson's show here in Japan now. It's fun to watch. Well, I don't think it's necessary to put green chilis in every freaking main dish. I also tire of her constant need to use olive oils "infused" with leafy green crap. And the I'm-just-bopping-around-my-home-kitchen-as-I-do-every-day vibe is ruined by the way she, like, makes raspberry sauce while wearing a pink cashmere twinset with no apron.

But the most annoying thing is the way she's always talking about how informal and easy and spontaneous cooking can be. I realize that she (and Martha and Delia and the others) are dealing with an audience that's used to living on prepared food. You'll just scare the bejeezus out of such people if you start at service à la russe; even so, must we go full tilt in the opposite direction and make everything out to be so accessible all the time? Atsushi and I entertain a lot--I cook and he socializes. (Imagine the disaster that would ensue if we switched duties, huh, darling?) It is indeed nice to have people over for drippy, luscious comfort food that can be pitched into bowls any old way and enjoyed while the wine and conversation flow all relaxed-like; but it can also be a real pleasure to deliver something to the table that's clearly been in the works for a week.

Anyway, Alice has more to say about inquisitiveness and inventiveness in general.

I would just like to point out that it's not irresponsible of me to be sitting here reading and posting and eating cookies when I should be cleaning the bathroom, because, see, I'm thinking about the fact that I should be cleaning the bathroom. And that makes it all better.

The bathroom is funky by this point. Well, okay, since I'm a neatnik, by most people's standards it's probably not very funky at all. It's just that, having been at Atsushi's last weekend, I didn't get a chance to give it a really thorough scrub-down. In July in Tokyo, just spending five minutes wiping everything with Top Job does not count as bathroom cleaning for the week.

It's been very mild this year, though. Yesterday was kind of gross, but not as kiln-like as you often get. That was fortunate, given the number of people who were stranded by suspended train service after the earthquake. I haven't felt any aftershocks, though I probably wouldn't have been awakened by mild ones. Things seem to be back on track now.

Atsushi's plane should be landing in the next half-hour, and since it's not a three-day weekend, he'll only be here until tomorrow. That means we have to celebrate the Fourth of July tomorrow, and planning to do anything picnicky is probably a bad idea. (It's the rainy season right now, and even though it's been uncharacteristically rainless, the weather's supposed to be iffy over the weekend.) There's no question of a cookout, so I'm thinking something from my upbringing. The Pennsylvania Dutch are big on the kinds of meaty, fatty, sugary foods that serve as a constant reminder that they've prospered after emigrating from the old country, which is always a nice all-American sort of message. I've nearly settled on chicken pot pie, which would have the additional resonance of being what my mother made for dinner the first night I brought Atsushi home to meet the family.

I don't have access to a wet-bottom shoo-fly pie for dessert--you should see what molasses costs here, and I actually think the little Mennonite bakeries make them better than you usually can at home. Of course, summer fruits are starting to come in, so we'll be covered. Cherry pie, maybe? There's always something satisfyingly lascivious about sharing a plate of that with your sweetie.

I also have to go to the office today, so I don't think there will be much posting until Monday. Fortunately, Japan seems to be in its usual groove:

• Emerging facts in the bridge-building scandal indicate that not only bid-rigging but also unlawful revolving-door employment is a pervasive problem at Japan Highway Public Corporation.
  
• A man who murdered five members of his family has explained that he only really wanted his mother dead, but, of course, he couldn't let the rest of the family live with the shame of being a matricide's relatives. That an expedient way to avoid such a problem would have been to refrain from murdering his mother in the first place doesn't seem to have occurred to him.
  
• An enterprising Sapporo man has been charged with stealing women's underwear so he could sell it door-to-door, with the ultimate intention of launching a web-based retailer. In an interesting twist, this was new, unused underwear shoplifted from stores--the idea was to sell it to women to wear, not whatever else you may have been (understandably) expecting. Wonders never cease.
  
• The government plans to introduce biometric scanning of foreigners at immigration to help deal with the problem of visa overstays and crime. The WOT, interestingly, hasn't really been mentioned.

And Atsushi's flight was delayed, though he's on the train from Haneda as I write. Have a good weekend, everyone.