The epitome of comfort food on a cold day could very well be a hot, fluffy potato, and during street festivals, among the stalls selling takoyaki and chocolate coated bananas, there will always be one or two selling freshly steamed, locally grown potatoes for a couple of hundred yen. The best part is that the vendors will slop on butter like it grows on trees. I've yet to try one, since the potatoes themselves are huge and I'd have no space afterwards for all that delicious yakisoba and grilled squid, yum.
While I've only seen buttered potatoes during festivals, sweet potatoes roasted on hot rocks are available almost all year round, sold out of the back of a small truck that plays a recording of an ojii-san nasally deadpanning, "Ya~ki imo... ya~ki imo... ishiya~ki imo..." The guy gets around, I tell you, because I swear I hear the same voice whether I'm here or in Tokyo. Therein lies one of the many contradictions of this bustling metropolis; you don't really expect to see an old chap selling roast sweet potatoes in a rustic little truck among the steel and glass skyscrapers, but he's there anyway. Since the spiel is the same everywhere, there's no mistaking that the yaki-imo man is in your neighbourhood when you hear him, though I must say that when you're trying to relax in a hot bath, the sudden blast of "ya~ki imo" through the ventilation system can sure ruin the mood.
I wasn't in the bath this particular time, but when I heard the dulcet strains (O.o;;;) of the yaki-imo truck one afternoon, I grabbed some spare change and my camera, and chased it down to a side street next to my school. Well, not really chased, more like a quick walk, since it was moving *really* slowly.
The sweet potato was best eaten hot, so I wasted no time in tucking in when I got home. It was sweet and fluffy, though a little drier than I expected. A little melted butter fixed that right up though. ^^
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My god that looks delicious... And it's easter friday so I can't buy anything!
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