フレディ父さん
Everyone has unforgettable memories. For me, croquettes evoke a sense of nostalgia. It must be because it is connected to distant memories of my own early experiences. In 1964, I was living in an apartment in Yamashina-ku, Higashiyama-ku, Kyoto. I could see the elevated tracks of the Tokaido Shinkansen being built beyond the fields outside my window. Occasionally, test trains would pass by, filling me with excitement. For a child who had just turned 4, it was the first glimpse of a future dream. Around that time, I remember going to a butcher shop in front of Yamashina Station with my mother. Large cuts of meat were hanging in the back refrigeration room. I loved the croquettes from this shop, and I would watch eagerly as they were freshly fried. I would love to eat those croquettes from that shop again, but unfortunately, the shop no longer exists. The shop was called "Iroha." I heard that the croquettes from a butcher shop along National Route 307, just east of the Hashimoto River Bridge, were delicious, so I decided to visit. The shop was also called "Iroha." Just hearing the name made me want to stop by. I ordered 5 croquettes, and they were fried on the spot. In less than 5 minutes, they were taken out of the fryer, perfectly golden brown. The hot croquettes were placed in a paper bag, and as I held them, a sweet aroma wafted up. I couldn't resist and ate one in the car on the way home. The crispy fried coating, the sweet and savory potato filling was perfectly seasoned. I wanted to eat them all right there, but I managed to hold back and took them home. I never did find out if this shop was related to the one that used to be in front of Yamashina Station. It probably wasn't. But at this point, that didn't matter. By the time I got home, the croquettes were still warm but starting to soften, which was also quite enjoyable. The well-seasoned flavor was best enjoyed as is. On a summer afternoon, enjoying croquettes with a cold beer was a deeply satisfying experience. Come to think of it, my late father also loved croquettes when he was healthy. The memories associated with croquettes are endless.