Edemame

Last night, edemame appeared in my dreams. Now I must find them and boil them. But, alas, they are no where to be found. Hopefully one of the Korean or Japanese stalls at the Naschmarkt has then - if they don't, I'm sure they're nowhere to be found in this city.
On the other hand, I ought to be delighting in all the local foods, instead of trying to recreate the same global gastronomic gulasch everywhere I go. Like a Pferdeleberkaessemmel mit Gurkl, for instance. But really, no thanks.

(Trival posts about food remind me of this eggstraordinary quest.)

Update: The Korean store on the corner of the Naschmarkt did in fact have edemame. Hurrah! So now I have a big bag of frozen soybeans and a small plastic bag of tofu. The tofu here tastes better, probably because it comes out of a big communal and unsanitary vat instead of small lonely plastic pots.