A regular day of rest – just relaxing in the morning, eating a most relish
FLUTE bean bread perfectly toasted crispy on outside, soft on inside. Flute was one of the best things in Seto. That plus the tool shop… and the glaze shop…and the Shiastu parlor. For a small town, it really had a lot going. 😉
Most of my items were too moist for trimming because of the rain the day before. Decided to go out to town with M. First stop was the glaze shop so I could get some underglazes. Kajita Glaze Shop was a place recommended to us by Sensei. It was such an incredible place. A most heavenly hell. If there was such a thing. So many glazes that we both were dying to try but definitely couldn’t because there was no way we could mix up so many of our own glazes to use at Sensei’s studio.
I loved seeing their incredible glaze charts. Everything was done in house by them and with such great explanatory charts. Well divided into Reduction vs Oxidation, percentage of components etc. Though I couldn’t understand 100% the owner’s explanations, I did manage to catch a little of what he was explaining which was that natural ash glazes tend to have a bit of a yellowish tinge because of the natural chemicals present in them. Modern day chemical ash glazes however have more of a clean look. Whichever you select depends on the outcome you want.
The glazes M and I were really interested in were the Feldspar based ones. There was a whole section of glazes purely made from Feldspar from different places which used on their own, gave rise to really differing but beautiful outcomes.
In the end, I ended up getting a few colours of underglazes. As Sensei had mentioned, they actually agree to sell in small test quantities to customers unlike other glaze shops which may only sell in bulk to professionals. I couldn’t wait to go back to try out those underglazes.
(One of my favorite people in the store was the elderly gentleman, the father of the owner who would sit down near the counter and sometimes walk over to help out with explanations or to bring samples along. The way he putted around slowly though reminded me greatly of my late Ahkong.)
After that we traipsed over to the Tool shop. It’s impossible to go in there and leave without buying anything in my opinion.
After awhile we were SO HUNGRY. But that day was Wednesday. The day when most shops are closed because they tend to open over the weekend to cater to tourists visiting from other places. All the places we wanted to try were closed. The soba/tempura shop was closed. The Yakisoba and Unagi shops were closed. In the end, when we were near delirious with hunger, we went into a cafe that had fantastic coffee and cakes…but really comparatively mediocre food. It was one of those places with sandwiches that M labelled as ‘completely processed’. Unfortunately, I had to admit she was right. I was so hungry I wolfed it down so quickly though. In the end as we walked back to the bus terminal we realized there was a perfectly promising place right in the station building which we could have tried. I was always of the opinion that restaurants in stations are never as good as those out in the main streets of town but in this case… it would probably have been better.
I’ll always remember it as the day we nearly died from hunger. In search of food in Seto on a Wednesday. 😉