Sobaffair

by Paloma Rabinov

I was initially introduced to soba through my current boyfriend when we first started dating.  We would often commune on my lunch breaks for quick bite at a sweet little soba spot called Cocoron located on Delancey in the Lower East Side.  On bitter February afternoons, Cocoron’s orange doors and comforting soup reignited my pleasure heat that I fear to lose when I am away from my hometown of Los Angeles.  My boyfriend, also from Los Angeles, appreciated this juicy bowl of noodles and delectable veggies even more so.  

Two years later, I find myself in this “noodle” class exploring all types of noodles from ramen, to udon, and of course re encountering my love for the soba noodle.  Something about this beige noodle is actually quite attractive to me where to ramen-lovers it may look like a slimy, dull worm.  Soba, made from buckwheat, if far chewier than wheat or flour based noodles, exhibiting a true al dente texture and pertains a nutty flavor.  The nutty noodles are then paired with a bonito soy broth or sauce, creating the ultimate amalgamation of salty, sweet, and nutty.  This complex dish is light yet extremely satisfying.

My love, of course, is extremely affected by the love my boyfriend had for it and the love I have for my boyfriend.  However, my soba experience with him was exclusive to hot soba.  I had never tried cold soba, which is the most popular form to eat, until this very class.  I must admit…I loved cold just as much as hot.  The act of dipping cold soba into a cold broth exudes an elegance and eaten on a hot summer day is refreshing.  There are two options and fortunately I will never have to settle on one.
As you can see my love for soba is so deep that I decided to write a poem on what I call my sobaffair, perform and record the poem as a spoken word piece, and collage it with a video of my swirling soba noodles at Cocoron with my boyfriend.

 

 

 

sobaffair

Hot        cold                hot hot hot

Hot        cold

Hot

Hot

Hot

In a broth

Or dipping sauce

Soba’s got me

Hot

Cold

Hot hot

Slurpin on dippin on

Hot cold cold hot

*slurping sounds mixed with the tssss sound of steaming water*

 

You’re Nutty buckwheat

You’re far way out from southwest china

Take me back to edo, hotto to korudo

Where we could sip on tea

All day long

Hot hot

A nice clean broth

Hot cold hot

Soyyyyyy donchu wanna drink

Meeeerin?

Hot

cold

hot

Base yourself bonito

Hot

hot

Youre only gettin

Hotto

Korudo

Hot cold

Hot

Made fresh on the spot

Gluten free jealousy

You’d never know the secrecy

Hot cold

Of all that vitamin B

Hot cold       hot hot hot

You must jealous

Cold cold

Soba jealous

 

Baby likes it

Hot

Hot

Bitter bones, chilled snow storm

Hot

Cold

Cold

Dripping sweat on a summer night

Cold

Hot

Hot

Yes

No

Thumbs up

Thumbs down

Depends on the mood

On a lazy afternoon

Cocoron

Sobakoh

Where you wanna go?

Hot cold

Up down

This city’s got me twistin around

Swirlin noodles

Till you hit the ground

Cold

Hot

Dunk me into salty brine

Kiss your sweet lips to mine

And slurrrrrppp