There are still centimeters to go before I sleep on this thread. We ate all our breakfasts in our digs. I’ve “documented” (to give myself Burnian airs) our Tokyo breakfasts elsewhere. Here are the ones in Kyoto, served in our living room. There were significant variations day by day, but one way to begin was with something like this:
The top level of the triple-layer globe typically had something along these lines:
which unwrapped to
These were fu manju with wrappers of wheat gluten, and seasonal fillings, wrapped in bamboo leaves. Similar texturally to mochi, but wheat-based, not rice. A splendid way to start breakfast. Then (an unfolded breakfast from another day):
