Frank Deis wrote:Jenise, you've invented PONZU SAUCE!
Great stuff, and delicious on all sorts of things. One of my Harumi cookbooks has you cook steak, cut it into chopstick friendly squares, and serve with Ponzu as a dipping sauce. Surprisingly nice.
While I have Asian groceries nearby that I visit all the time, they are Korean and Chinese. The nearest real Japanese supermarket is a twisty complicated 40 minute drive away (Mitsuwa) so that I just can't talk myself into going. Yuzu and Sudachi are so specifically Japanese that evidently the local Korean and Chinese populations are uninterested -- otherwise the produce sections are really good at my local stores. You can get lots of Japanese items at the Korean stores -- noodles, snack foods, things easy to store. But not produce.
Yes, Ponzu!
The Asian marketplace in Southern California was wonderful, Frank. We lived in Huntington Beach and parts of the next town over, Westminster, became known as Little Saigon in the years post-Boat Life years where a huge Vietnamese population settled. They opened these shops without becoming Westernized first, so most of the stores were crowded, smelly and on the dirty side. It wasn't unusal to be greeted at the door with the combined and overpowering third world smells of rotting fish and moth balls--which actually became part of the charm, for me. Ten miles from home, I was in a weird and exotic land, a world apart and usually the only white person in the store. Most of the stores were independent, but some of the stores were part of a chain that exists even up here in Seattle, Ranch 99 Market which seem to take on the look and feel of whatever Asian community that shops there. So used to the ratty one in Westminster, it was quite something when I stopped in at one in Irvine, a more affluent town 20 miles east of us. That part of Irvine had a large Japanese community and this Ranch 99 market reflected their expectations: brand-new looking, no smells, pristeen-everything, shiny floors gleaming with wax. Hospital clean and orderly. Lots of unusual fruits and sauces of kinds I'd not seen before, an incredible fresh seafood counter of course, and the rice aisle. Oh my! Every day rices and cadillac rices, rices that ran as much as $25 for a five pound bag. Shopping there made me realize how little I understand everything possible about Japanese food.