
Ingredients for Batu Mimi Yakisoba
Unfortunately, this blog will not teach you how to cook a traditional Okinawan recipe as I had hoped it would, when I first started collecting ingredients. My mother, back in Washington state, sent me a YouTube video link. She often finds interesting facts about Okinawa that she e-mails to me from time to time. The link was a short video about the longevity of the Okinawan people and what attributes to their long lifespans. They live longer than any other people in the world. Longer even than their fellow Japanese on “mainland Japan”.

Goya (before I've removed the seeds)
The researcher in the clip believes it is a combination of the Okinawan’s diet and activity that allows them to live to an average age of 103. One of these “miracle” foods, is goya, the bitter melon that I used in my very first Okinawan meal. The second, is healthy proteins such as Tofu and Batu Mimi or pig ears. So basically, I would be cooking the same meal as I did last time. Easy peasy!
I set out to the commissary on Kadena to purchase Tofu and learn to ask for pig ears in Japanese. Most of the Japanese workers on base are eager to help Americans learn Japanese. As I checked out the cashier was delighted that I was interested in Batu mimi. “Do you like pig ear?” she asked me smiling hopefully. “I haven’t tried it,” I replied, “but I am going to cook it with goya in Yakisoba.” She looked very pleased and the crowd of Japanese workers that was now surrounding us all smiled and laughed.

Pickled Batu Mimi
So, off I went to Two Birds, eager to show off my new Japanese words to the clerks. Confidently, I walked up to a man with a ladder. (I’ve walked up to customers before who I thought appeared to be employees. Very embarrassing.) “Sumimasen…” I asked. “Batu o mimi o kudasai.” Which I thought meant, “Excuse me, can you show me the pig ears.” Something, however, was lost in translation. Undaunted, I began to act out “pig ears” as fashionably as one can and in a foreign country. Now, the clerk looked nervous. I imagine he was thinking, “This crazy American is going to kill me and cut off my ears!” Eventually, we sorted it out. Home I went, batu mimi and all!
I set out all my ingredients and as I opened the Batu Mimi, I could tell at once, it was pickled. Immediately, I ran to my computer and Google’ed Batu Mimi Japanese recipe…and sure enough! The Japanese eat pig ears raw! I should have known. They pickle them and eat them with rice and seaweed, Nigiri style. They also eat it alone as sashimi but either way, they eat it raw.
I e-mailed my mother back pronto! Yes, it was 4am or so in WA and she’d be sleeping but I had to tell her what a TOTAL FAIL this You Tube clip had turned into… I panicked! “I’m so not ready to prepare sashimi or nigiri!” I said out loud. As if the Batu Mimi was listening. Is this why the Japanese workers had all been smiling and laughing?
It was almost dinnertime. I needed to cook… SOMETHING! I decided to continue on with the plan. I cooked the Goya and the cabbage, as I had done before. I sauteed the pig ears in a little oil and Yakisoba sauce. Due to the texture of the pig ears, I switched to an aged, fried Tofu.

As you can see, I also made a bit of a mess
Just as Mac arrived home, I was adding everything together. “Mmmm what are you making?” He asked sniffing the air. “Batu Mimi Yakisoba” I replied. Not letting on that it was entirely experimental. “Sounds oshi!” he said grinning. We get rather excited, when we use what little Japanese we know.
As he dug in and took his first bite he asked, with his mouth full, “What is Bata nimi?” “Pig ears.” I answered calmly, “Why, don’t you like it?” He chewed a bit more, “What made you think to cook this?” he asked. I stared down at my bowl as I pretended to be concentrating on using my chopsticks. When I opened my mouth again, the whole story came tumbling out. I told him about the YouTube video, learning Batu o mimi at the commissary, acting out pig ears at Two Birds and then finding out that it is pickled and eaten raw.
Like a good husband, he continued to eat, “So, how long will I live if I eat this stuff?” he asked. I laughed, “I don’t know if just one time makes a difference like that.” He looked up, “Well it had better! How long are we talking here and give it to me in years!” We were both, ROTFL! “Again, I don’t know.” I explained in between chortles, “But the Okinawan’s live to be an average of 103!” I’m pretty sure we’re not going to be having Batu Mimi anytime soon, unless we eat out.