The cold weather, as Yoko just talked about, could only mean one thing: HOT POT TIME! Look at that thinly sliced, luscious piece of scarlet red cow flesh. How ever so privileged we are.
This is an individual-sized shabu-shabu nabe (hotpot) we got at our ryokan (Japanese-style hotel) in the coastal town of Izu. Instead of dashi water, it's soymilk. Filled to the brim with napa cabbage and carrots. Can you feel your heart warm just looking at this?
1, 2, 3, dip, dip, dip, EAT!