October 24th, 2011
It all started with an email.
“I miss your posts! Its been since what, June? I know you’re probably crazy busy. But post something. Even if its a hello, chocolate is tasty, the weather is hot.”
A gentle poke to remind me of where I left off. And an enquiry about soba noodles.
It’s not often I write dedicate posts, but this one’s for you. For the silent readers that have tolerated my periodic disappearances. For the kindly worded emails. For coming back after my short (or long) hiatuses. For asking questions about dumplings. And soba. And cake. Always cake.
…continue reading homemade soba noodles
September 19th, 2011
MORE GREEN THINGS!
It’s bordering on ridiculous, I know, that a girl who spends as much time as I do eating cake for breakfast would post not one, but two entirely vegetable based recipes on her blog in a row. But here it is and tell you what, I’m not even the slightest bit sorry for it.
Any why this sudden unrepentant urge to eat photosynthesised, cellulose based foods (ie: green vegetables) over those high in simple carbohydrates (ie: sugary treats)? Well it’s certainly not due to my sudden, somewhat inexplicable, urge to be fit (!) and exercise (!!) and even run places for no reason other than to get myself a medal. Not entirely anyway.
…continue reading miso broad beans
May 19th, 2010
You’d never believe it looking at me these days, but I was once a temporary citizen of the land of the beautifully primped, posied and fashioned.
Hair styled, face primed, I stomped around in tendonitis-inducing heels and attended soirees. (To be fair, they were more often than not soirees that I’d helped to organise, complete with carting boxes of samples up and down stairs and stuffing gift bags in said heels).
Oh, and I lunched at Toko.
Not tokonoma, mind you, for it wasn’t around then, but a sister-restaurante no less, and the promise of takeaway from it made the chalkboard stains on my far-too-expensive outfit all the less worrisome.
…continue reading tokonoma
September 3rd, 2009
“So, how often do you all eat out together like this?” asks Chef Hiro, as I make my way through the kitchen (on the way back from the bathroom). I thought for a moment before glancing over at the table from whence I came. “Fairly often” I replied “and if we aren’t eating out, we’ll find a way to eat in!”
And then a strange, warm, familiar feeling came over me. Less than a year ago, the people I was eating with were names on a screen. People I only knew through the food they ate and the pictures they took. And now, there were faces, and phone numbers, and emails that seemed to take on a life of their own… and tapas.
…continue reading japaz
