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After passing the beginning of spring, I visited the annual Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine. This year, instead of aiming for the mountaintop of Inariyama, I visited the main hall to pay my respects. When I was a student (47 years ago), I stayed at the Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine's assembly hall with a senior from my laboratory (who was from Nara) when we went on a pottery tour of Gojozaka in Kyoto. I think the cost was 300 yen per night (large hall, room only) back then. The building remains the same as it was at that time.
This time, I was fortunate enough to watch a sacred dance at the Kagura Hall located on the south side of the main hall. Amidst the performance of Gagaku music, shrine maidens in white robes, scarlet hakama, sashes, and headdresses moved solemnly with sliding steps while performing the sacred dance. I was captivated by their beauty, especially when the sashes looked like transparent wings when they spread their hands. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of the excellent aesthetic sense of the Japanese people who practiced Shinto. It was amazing!!! (No photography allowed)
Instead of taking the main approach, I took the Mikosai Road (back approach), crossed the railroad crossing of the JR Nara Line, and stopped at a quaint shop called "Hogyokudo" on the left just before the Keihan Main Line's Fushimi Inari Station. The shop owner seemed to be sitting in the parlor in front of a hearth on the left side of the shop, flipping over the mold for "Inari Senbei" while baking the senbei. Just as a fox-shaped senbei was being baked, the owner skillfully used scissors to trim its outline. There were various senbei in bags placed in a glass case in front of the shop. "Which of these senbei is the traditional one?" I asked. "This one made with white miso in the dough is the original 'Inari Senbei'. This fox-shaped one is also made with the same ingredients," a lady with a baby tied to her back kindly answered. "In that case, I'll take a bag of this." (There was only one in the glass case)
Back in Tokyo, when I gave this souvenir to my mother, she said, "Oh, this 'Inari Senbei' is nostalgic. It reminded me of the days before the war when they used to bake them in front of the shop." My mother, who was born in Tokyo, lost her father at a young age (9 years old) and had to create her own family register to inherit the family estate. She was raised in Kyoto where her grandparents lived. Since there were few sweet treats before the war, eating this simple senbei was a great pleasure for her. When you break it into small pieces and put it in your mouth, the scent of baked wheat flour and the simple sweetness spread. Delicious!!! "I wish you had bought more." Touched by the nostalgic taste, my mother immediately placed a large order over the phone. (Thanks to the blessings of Inari, business will prosper).