Deer Whisperer Pt 2

Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Tue 7 Nov 2017 23:57
Deer Whisperer – Part Two
 
 
 
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After bimbling around the shrine, the five storied pagoda and the little town, we headed down a side street.
 
 
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The first shop on the left had an intriguing machine, we stood and watched. The lady on the right was sweeping out the bits and adding a teeny bit of oil. The moulds were moving past her to the dolloping machine and the closed lids arrived at the same lady, who flicked said lids up. Move a little to our right........
 
 
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Now we concentrated on the dollopy bit of the machine. So, the first two moulds on the back row, far left, didn’t have enough dough dropped in, so the sweeping lady leapt up spanner in hand and released the nut a little, sat back down and resumed sweeping. The nozzles on the right release a measured amount of mixture (as yet we are not sure if the finished business will be sweet or savoury). Sweeping lady leans over and is clearly satisfied at the dollop size as she relaxes back into her sweeping. The middle pair of nozzles become our focus of interest. An unmentionable ‘sausage like’ substance pokes out of this part of the machine at around half an inch and a wire from our side and a wire from the back swings down and chops said ‘sausage’ off, this falls plop in the middle of the mixture. The final pair of nozzles shoot some more of the original dollop on top and off picture a little lever shoves the lids closed.
 
 
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The train of closed lids then trundles away for a time and we see gas burners doing their stuff. The cooked moulds circle in front of us and sweeping lady does her lid flicking thing and pulls out two little cake-like ‘things’ and places them in a rack with shaped holes. This makes the cake bounce out of sight and it pops back in a cellophane wrapper. Sweeping lady picks this up and pushes it to her left. Move further to our right. Shop lady picks the wrapped cake up and its placed on the shelf for sorting. Now we move further right actually in to the shop itself, and see the things we have been watching in creation are called momiji manju and are a delicacy of the island.
 
 
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Bear chose a bean paste momiji manju, like he saw being made. I went for the peanut butter. They both tasted the same until I got my teeth into the paste stuff, then the sweet spongy bit changed to a savoury flavour. Each cost one pound thirty four and all I could think was we could get six custard doughnuts for the same price in Tesco. I need an ice cream. OK, plan which turned into quite an event for Bear.
 
 
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At the end of the street had an impressive momiji manju machine, there was no sweeping lady and the finished jobs were lifted by robotic fingers and automatically placed in the divot for wrapping. Not as much fun as watching the sweeping lady. I don’t suppose she thinks it fun after an eight hour shift having to prise her brush out of her right mitt. Opposite was our ice cream shop that also sold the local oysters, here they are cooked and I was pleased to get away from the aroma with my number five (half chocolate, half vanilla).
 
 
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Bear settled with his number 1, (plain vanilla), I sat next to him until he let out a manly squeal, his first in a long time. Alarmed, I leapt to my feet, as his new friend zoned in. It was a big shock to have a brown thing leaning on my shoulder licking its lips then tongue out in eager readiness. Now I’m giggling at the protective distance Bear has put between keen eyes and his quarry. Not before the bloody thing had stolen the top inch or so.
 
 
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Deer with the taste of Bear’s ice cream now jumped off the raised bed and went for the finale. Bear now with hand aloft was attracting not only my giggles but quite an audience. I’m off.
 
 
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Bear now pushed his new friend but he wouldn’t take the hint. All now in view of the torii gate in the sea, the on looking crowd getting bigger.
 
 
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My attention is drawn to a mixing vat for momiji manju dough being delivered, much head scratching and advice going on. A tight squeeze methinks.
 
 
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My attention is now grabbed by a lovely little girl who took a break from her lunch to whoop in delight, why ???
 
 
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Bear and his friend with laughing people moving down the street. I miss the shot of his his friend with a mouthful of Bear’s shirt but I hear the words of displeasure. Men are now enjoying the spectacle. The rest of the crowd are behind me laughing. No sympathy, no help, poor show, rotten sods.
 
 
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He comes back toward us and now looks like a competitor in the Cruft’s obedience championship, his friend perfectly at heel despite the last of the ice cream being popped in. Bloody thing.
 
 
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 Off they go again. I’m going in the first shop I see.
 
 
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A way to go yet, though.
 
 
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The first shop turned out to be full of sake with eye-watering prices. In the window was this full-sized beauty.
 
 
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The next sold curry doughnuts with an inserted oyster. I’m having one. But you’ve only just had an ice cream. I want one, I’m traumatised after that experience. I’ve been deer-molested,,,,,, do you want one. No, we are sashaying at speed and far too close to the ‘eating flip-flop’ region.
 
 
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Lips at the ready but as we turn..............you-know-who..........with that Bear was off at a canter and didn’t stop until he was in the ferry building.
 
 
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In the queue he breaks his treasure open and furtively shoves a bit in. Oh, the aroma, I swallow hard. You know you’re not supposed to eat in public in Japan. Tough, tough and thrice tough I say, my ice cream was a traumatic experience, you didn’t hear the noise my shirt was making as I rested it back from that psychopathic creature.
 
 
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We walk on, I’m shown the lovely but somewhat greasy event. Has it assuaged your nerves from your previous eating experience. Yes. We settled on the ferry and I begin to feel Bear’s nerves calming to their normal semi-horizontal state. I don’t have to put up with this, because I don’t have to put up with this. Are you going to tick for the rest of the day. I tell you, I’m old enough not to have to put up with this. Oh dear, it may be a long evening.
 
 
 
ALL IN ALL SO COMICAL TO WATCH
                     THE DEER CLEARLY NEED REINING IN
                      OH, DEAR ME
                           WELL, I COULD HAVE SAID I WAS BEING DEER STALKED....