Ode to Okonomiyaki

Oh food in Japan it’s a wonderful thing,

It tastes so great, it makes me want to sing.

Okonomiyaki, means as you like it,

Always ready for adventure we thought we’d try a bit.

Our first taste was humble, bought from a conbini,

The shop was called Lawsons’, they are like Aussie delis.

However, despite this offering’s soggy microwaved texture,

We were caught by its delightful flavour: hook, line and sinker.

Taste buds whetted, intrepidly we searched,

Till we reached Osaka where a man sat perched . . .

Stentorianly crying, “Okomiyaki, come try ours first!”

Order we did, quick and with delight,

Our cabbage, bacon, egg and pork mixture cooked in our sight.

Satiated we sat at the street vendor’s stall,

Enjoying the ring of his booming call.

We’ve since recreated okonimiyaki’s magic,

And luckily our attempts have never been tragic.

Above is a picture of our favourite Japanese dish,

And a link to the recipe, to make for yourself if you wish.