octopus, the signature dish at the Hachinohe Enburi winter festival.
I remember it so vividly not because of the smile of the former beauty queen who handed it to me, nor the tangy texture and secret seasoning that plunged into mayonnaise simply to satisfy my stomach. No, what I remember the most is that the octopus was warm, at times even hot, while I was very, very cold.
The small town of Hachinohe in Japan’s Aomori Prefecture celebrates the end of winter every year with a four day winter festival. Children and musicians practise for weeks so that when February arrives, they can swish their headdresses around and usher in good fortune for the harvest ahead.
It’s a festival that’s been running for 800 years through icy winds, gales, earthquakes and war and so they’re not going to let a little snow stop them. Nor a blue-skinned gaijin.Thankfully.
One wall opens up to the garden, where snow decorates stone lanterns and greedily engulfs the lawn.
The wind laughs at my predicament, while the cold makes itself at home in my bones. I break open a crystal packet to warm up my hands and accept more octopus gladly.
Then the performance begins, melting something inside me.
Rainbow coloured ribbons meant to resemble a horse’s tail flick, flounce and flourish against the whiteness of the snow. Children enact the rice-planting ritual while flag bearers look on.
Yet what captures my attention the most is something I usually pay very little attention to: shoes.
From children to elders, dancers to musicians, all are decked out in the traditional footwear of Aomori. Straw-woven shoes with straw gaiters to match. My feet turn numb just from looking at them.
Yet everyone else radiates with smiles of warmth – literally.
So now, every time the seasons turn cold, I think of hot octopus – and the mystery of comfort that seems to be straw shoes.
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