Low-carb Japanese Curried Scrambled Eggs with Mushrooms and Nori (Seaweed)


This is one of my favorite egg dishes, which I concocted while living in Northern Japan. I’m thankful for the International food aisle at our local grocery store, so I can still enjoy this while living in Pennsylvania!

Not only is this an amazing, easy, flavorful meal… it’s Atkins friendly :) By individually adding the ingredients into My Fitness Pal, I found this recipe has 312 calories, 21 grams of protein and 4 carbs.



Whisk together:

  • 3 large Eggs
  • 1 tsp of quality soy sauce
  • 1/4 tsp Japanese curry powder
  • 3 small sliced sautéed *mushrooms
  • Pour into a pan, and sauté like ordinary scrambled eggs. Do not overcook.

    Top with snips of nori.

    *Shiitake mushrooms make this dish taste more authentic, but any kind will do. Brown button mushrooms were used for the batch in the photo.

    Back in the USA

    We’re back in the US…

    While we knew we were coming back, we did not have an exit date… until the very last minute.

    On a Friday, Tom got the “all clear” to call the movers.

    Monday, the movers sent out someone to inventory the house and estimate the move. It took 30 minutes to assess the house, and we were told all was well and they’d be by in three days to pack.

    On Tuesday, I got an email saying, “your household goods require more than a 40ft container – 19,000 lbs – which will cost an additional $7,000 out of pocket to add a 20ft container.”

    Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday morning, instead of packing our suitcases, spent my time frantically trying to get rid of items in our house. However, none of our friends needed anything by way of furniture.

    Wednesday afternoon, I wrote to the moving company and said, “Something isn’t right. Our family of seven moved ALL of our items over here in a 20ft container and there is NO WAY we need 60 cubic feet! I would like to put our move ON HOLD until you can send another person out to reassess the house.”

    Late Wednesday night I got an email from the moving company saying (paraphrased), “Oops! Our bad! See you in the morning!”

    ::insert crazy cleaning / packing / sorting until 4am on Thursday morning::

    Thursday morning, the movers arrived early. Instead of watching them waiting patiently in our driveway until 10am, we invited them in.

    The finished up just after lunch, a day ahead of schedule.

    Thursday night, we slept in a hotel…. with more kids to beds than was probably legal.

    Friday morning, before I could get to the house to clean, I received a call from our relocation company saying that “the landlord is in your house and says it’s dirty… and that their Japanese furniture is missing.”

    We rushed to the house.

    I immediately got on the phone with the translator.

    The house was empty when we moved in. There was NEVER a Japanese dining set in our house.

    The landlord’s property manager told my translator that he didn’t think there was ever a dining set in the house, but, out of respect for our elderly landlord and his wife, was pursing the matter. ::facepalm::

    Friday night, we slept in the same hotel… but in the crown suite. This way, we could all be, at least, in the same room.

    We flew from Aomori to Narita, expecting to have a few hours in between our arrival time and the big flight… only to find out that our tickets had been canceled. When we purchased our tickets, our children tickets were in random places all over the plane. Tom called the airline to try to move our seats closer together.

    Twice we were put on hold, and twice the call was dropped. It was getting late at night, and we decided to wish for the best and sort it out at the ticket desk at the airport.

    However, during our time in Hold Music Hell, our tickets were mistakenly canceled. The reservation number was there, but the seats had been given to others.

    Nearly $30,000 on our credit card later for last minute reservations, we had a flight booked for two days later, seats together.

    Flights were the smoothest yet – no turbulence, no snags, no mishaps – and, while we were a bit delayed due to our tickets, the two days of rest were much needed. For once, I stepped onto an International flight feeling refreshed instead of sleep deprived… which is good, because, during the flight, I hardly slept at all.

    We then had a six hour layover in Minnesota, where I sat down to lunch and fell asleep with my head on the table – and then took a flight to Philly.

    We took a taxi from the airport — coincidentally, the driver had lived in Japan, and was married to a Japanese woman — to Tom’s parents house.

    Sleep deprived and exposed to many germy germ germs, the kids and I all came down with a horrible sore throats, fevers and coughs.

    Tab and Micah ended up with ear infections to boot.

    We’re just starting to feel better.

    At least we’re HERE.

    Unexpectedly Found Beauty : The Black Obi by Okada Saburosuke

    The Black Obi by Okada Saburosuke

    Oh the rush of unexpectedly being smitten by beauty!

    I had bought some new drinking glasses at the Daiso 100 ¥ Shop. Daiso provides scraps of newspaper, on worktables placed at the end of the cash register aisles, so that breakables can be wrapped for safe transport.

    I picked up a handful of scraps and began to cover each glass and tuck them into my shopping bag.

    The sad, frustrating truth is that I cannot read Japanese. The many vertical characters on the newspapers’ pages blurred together into mysterious meaninglessness.

    When I glanced down at the stack of paper to grab a fresh sheet, I found this lovely young woman staring up at me! There were few photos printed on the paper scraps that day, and so the contrast – this beauty standing out amongst the rows of gibberish – was especially striking. The painting, in art’s universal language, was something I could understand. I tucked the scrap into my purse for safe keeping.

    This morning, I had brunch with my friends Sonia and Miyo and, as I went to retrieve a pen, I felt the saved newspaper in my purse and excitedly showed Miyo. She translated it for me.

    I learned that the 1915 painting is called “The Black Obi” and it was painted by Okada Saburosuke. His style was heavily influenced by Kuroda Seiki, whose real name was Kuroda Kiyoteru. Seiki went to Paris as a young man, where he lived in an artist colony that included several Americans. He even studied English. Such things are difficult to comprehend, as I tend to forget that Japanese were in the US prior to World War II.

    (Once before, this very thought really got to me after watching Letters from Iwo Jima, where Ken Watanabe’s character, General Kuribayashi, speaks of his life in California before the war and how he socialized with actors, and even received silver pistol as a gift, but then returned home when the war broke out to fight for Japan.)

    One of the thing I love about The Black Obi is that it is the first time I’ve ever seen a Japanese woman in the context of an Impressionistic painting. It is exquisitely surreal as if she was cut from elsewhere and affixed to a Monet or a Renoir.

    Such talent!

    Seeing this painting made me wonder — Would this style of art would have continued in Japan if history’s course had been different?

    More on Japanese art history can be found here.

    Takin’ Five and Thinking About Living in a Shipping Container House

    I have a lot on my mind at the moment and not enough time to write down my thoughts!

    Here are some random tidbits :

    As of the last day of May, 2010, I am no longer in my 20s.

    This week, I decided to color my hair not just for the sake of something new and wild (like pink highlights) but to color gray! I used an awesome organic haircolor called Organic Color Systems which I found through my friend Robyn at Shear Miracles.

    One of my conversations with fellow blogger Megan Dunham at HalfPintHouse was quoted at World Magazine online!

    Our time in Japan is just about up! I will miss the karate dojo where my children and I have been practicing Shotokan karate, the lush green plant life, our close proximity to the sea, and the peaceful lifestyle of not having to lock our doors. Details forthcoming as they solidify.

    Currently, I am…

    -Working on my full accreditation through the Bradley Method of Natural Childbirth… over 100 essay questions!

    -Eagerly awaiting the arrival of our Veritas Press homeschooling curriculum for the 2010-2011 school year! Micah is officially starting school this year, although we’ve been working on his reading and math skills these past two years ;)

    -Preparing for our upcoming month-long home leave to the US, just a few weeks away!

    -Researching housing made out of storage containers (We are considering building our own house when we move back to the US!)

    Check out these links on storage container housing:

    The Cordell House – Numen Development (Model we like best so far!)

    Shipping Container Housing Guide

    Qwik House

    Intermodal Steel Building Units and Container Homes



    What do you think? Could you live in a house built of shipping containers? Why does or doesn’t it appeal to you? What features would you want included in your home?

    … and now, I will fall into my bed and hopefully sleep through the night without anyone tearfully sleep-walking into my room or mistaking my stack of cloth grocery bags in the foyer for a potty!