When I was a teenager I worked for a Japanese family who ran a gambling game at the midway of an amusement park. I worked also for the park. Every morning after staying overnight in their house, Sue Otake would make me a breakfast,but it was closer to lunch time. She was elderly and reminded me of my grandmother. The meal would consist of pickled daikon, miso soup, orange juice which she insisted that I drink, sometimes fish, mushrooms, and other things that I never bothered to find out about until I grew up and missed them. I loved the food and I have many pleasant memories of the family and the foods and to this day I still look for them online. I also spent a year in Korea during the Vietnam War and found some similarities in their cuisine. I always went to the village outside the compound to eat and loved the food. I don't know why this is but ask my children who were raised on rice and vegetables if they had unusual lunchtimes when they were growing up.