Pumpkins. Mushrooms. Persimmons. Mmmm… Late autumn ripens my memories of Japan. To the night Lynn, Ward, Magellan and I, dressed in kimonos, ate kaiseki at Ryokan Kurashiki. “Dishes of October, The feast to do the sight of autumn colors,” served by a kindly Japanese woman in the autumn of her life who Ward nicknamed “Ryokan … Continue reading Ryokan Mommy