Somehow in my struggles I cracked and broke off a chunk of the plastic miso container. Grumble, wumble.
In other news; do these blackberries make you think of many small, curly-haired creatures? 'Cuz they do to me.
Or inside of my hot apartment. Nevertheless I found it scrumptious! Come to think of it, I'm not really quite sure I know what a veranda is...
- In the mug: simple konbu broth'd miso soup with onion slivers and melty kabocha wedges
- Onigiri filled with homemade hijiki nimono (a simmered seaweed dish, I didn't have aburage so I used pieces of leftover baked tofu)
- My roommate, one Aberforth Bottleslap, (Don't you wish that was her name? It's not. But close) has begun to call me "Little Muskrat".
- I wish to bathe in earl grey tea and almond milk, but know not how I could go about this economically.
- For some time I've been excited by the notion that dinosaurs could have been furry and we will never know; they existed some 60 million years before any human beans could have caught a glimpse, and skull structure might not say just everything. Yet of course, not only are there records of skin imprint findings, but likely a frillion other thoroughly scientific reasons as to why our extinct pals were, in fact, reptilian in nature. Huff.
"Everybody wants what a dino has; dinos, dinos, got pizazz"
1:30 a.m. on a Thursday night. TGIF? I am about to munch on a late night black sesame seed onigiri, or rice ball. 9:10 a.m on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have a seminar class on the culture of Taiwan.
We recently learned about the significance of rice and its role in different aspects of Taiwanese society. Our professor showed us a video on rice cultivation and the very strenuous work the skilled farmers endure in the muggy, overwhelming heat out on the paddies. Since watching it, I find myself suddenly conscience of how often I eat rice and how much of it I see, everywhere.
I think this old expression that the video narrator mentioned is wonderful, meaningful, and amusingly graphic: "For each grain of rice, 1,000 beads of sweat".
Hear the words I sing,
war's a horrid thing--
still I sing, sing, sing,
ding-a-ling-a-ling.
For dinner: Baked tofu, steamed spinach and steamed rounds of satsumaimio (Japanese sweet potato), a simple salad with a dressing of olive oil, apple cider vinegar, and grated carrot, rice with Korean olive-oil roasted nori.
For the baked tofu; I combined 1/4 cup of shoyu, 1/4 cup of mirin, and liberal ginger gratings, marinaded one sliced up 20 oz block of tofu, sprinkled with black sesame seeds, and baked in oven at 375 degrees for 25 minutes. Paku paku!
Evening jams.
Who-zits and What-zits galore.
Head adornments for a bona fide forest critter
Hair-a-glimmer at a ragtime affair
For all your flouncing needsThese charming undergarments are handmade by an artist called Clare Bare, and she is kick-arse. She creates awesome unmentionables with vintage fabric and organic cotton. I want to point her out because I've seen her items elsewhere, and would like to share! And no, that is NOT me--some people were confused.
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