Miso shipment

Order from South River Miso.

Care.

I love the way they package these things.

There is a cardboard tray that acts as a lid and holds information and the packing list.

It's the real deal.

I suppose if you find someplace local that makes miso such as an Asian market, then buy it and see what that's like. My local Asian market makes its own tofu and that's the best that I've tasted. Come to think of it, that right there is reason alone to go there. 

This is South River's weakest product. The fastest. The easiest. It suits their American online clients the best. 

As their products age salt is added at intervals. This is noticeable immediately. I find any miso aged to be too salty. And the ones that are really aged are really salty. 

I have three jars of miso from previous orders but they are all aged. I'd buy one jar of aged, some variety, and three jars of non-aged. That I still have three jars of aged means I really don't like them. They go back years. And I do not add salt. 

What a drag for them to be specialists with their own higher level preferences and with an incredible line of aged products that really are special but Americans pile on the one made for babies. The dumbest one. That's the least adventurous. 

*voice changes* Oh, here we go again, Japanese Fetish Hippy. Americans like milk chocolate while Europeans prefer dark chocolate, Americans drink piss-beer while Europeans drink hearty beers, Americans like weak coffee while Europeans like espresso. Americans eat processed cheese while Europeans prefer crafted cheese. Americans eat white-foam bread while Europeans eat whole grain bread. Americans abjure them as food while Africans and South Americans prefer their armadillos stewed.

These spent beans get tapped back into the mug. The whole thing is a little bit like blending peanut butter.

1340 Pencil-vania street. 

That's the middle of the block. I'm at the middle of the block of 11th on Broadway. So I walk half a block North to 12th, then the block of 12th, then half the block of 13th. 

And it goes Broadway, Lincoln, Sherman, Grant, Logan, Pennsylvania. That's how far east I must walk.

See how city planners put Sherman and Grant together like that? 

Nobody ever mentions this. 

In my area, I can drive up Sherman to come home, intending to turn left on 12th, and BOOM, the side of Colorado Capitol with its golden dome suddenly appears, with trees on both sides of Sherman.

The tour of the house sounds like a drag. It's a regular house on an impossibly small lot and it's tacky as H-E-Double Victorian Lampshade Stands. The backyard is dominated by a carriage house that's been converted to one of the more interesting gift shops that I've seen. 

Lots of Egyptian stuff. That was a thing back then among the idle elite, show an interest in Egypt. Lots of Titanic stuff. The most appealing was a Titanic lifeboat that they wanted to get rid of. A true replica. I did not know the lifeboats had masts and sails. And oars. It was large. About 4' long. Perfect for the top of my aquarium. It was beautiful with real planking and real cloth materials, but the ladies were tired of it and they wanted only $100.00 when it was worth clearly 10X that much. I wanted it so badly, the perfect opportunity, but the thing was, I was in the process of giving away a dozen such wooden models. No room to display them or store them. I kept only two. You know, it's very zen to just let things go. Everything else is a bit overpriced, except that boat, but ...  so what. The whole thing is beautiful. Better, I imagine, than the tour.