tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86736162882439687742012-03-14T17:34:04.043ZpapillonIndigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-46962053622347944682012-01-30T11:06:00.000Z2012-01-30T11:06:01.745Z
Important and Entirely Relevant Things I Have Been Thinking About Lately:
Zombies. Okay, don't tell me this isn't important or relevant, because when the zombie apocalypse comes (as it inevitably will) your logical, well-reasoned arguments aren't gonna be anywhere near as useful as my backpack of medical supplies, non-perishable food, torch, batteries, and warm layers. I HAD A REALLY SCARY Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-35340977727685216192012-01-21T12:10:00.000Z2012-01-21T12:10:45.852Z
January is not, traditionally, a cookie-eating month. I recognise this. I'm not here to cause trouble, and/or mockingly throw handfuls of chocolate chips like confetti over your undressed salad (except maybe the latter, because now I've created that mental image the idea kind of appeals). The thing is, I go through phases with baking - you noticed the scone thing - and although I vaguely Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-76564228665541950872012-01-17T11:16:00.000Z2012-01-17T11:16:00.080Z
Is it an artistic selection of film photography?
Is it an insight into my life in Japan, and my experiences?
Is it a humourous update on current events?
Of course it bloody isn't!
It's a brand new edition of...
Marking the English Homework of Japanese Teenagers!
(Because These Kids Are Awesome)
The Time Travel Edition
[1] If I had a time machine, I would like to go to the past. Because, I Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-30569592580302991122012-01-13T11:03:00.000Z2012-01-13T11:03:13.389Z
I made soup, and also wishes!
It's segues like this that keep you coming back, I know.
The slips of paper tied to the trees here are actually omikuji (おみくじ), paper fortunes found at shrines and temples with random predictions on them; if you tie them to the branches of the trees then good fortunes come true and bad fortunes are averted. This was the tiniest of shrines that I came across on a Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-88836474913255033752012-01-07T12:01:00.000Z2012-01-07T12:01:46.303Z
I’ve taken a bit of a break from regular blogging this past month or so, and the longer I leave it the harder it is to jump back in. Yeah, I could recap Christmas and New Year, but while it was fun for me I doubt there’s much to interest anyone else; or I could be predictable and do a ‘Recap of 2011!’ or a ‘Resolutions for 2012!’ post, but do you really care about my resolutions for 2012? I’m Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-50593871924824885302011-12-21T13:50:00.000Z2011-12-21T13:50:56.670Z
There’s a Japanese word, natsukashii, which I’m going to translate as nostalgia even though there are different words for nostalgia in Japanese and my dictionary translates it as ‘longed-for’ or ‘good old’ (as in ‘the good old days’). It’s not the right kanji, but natsu also means ‘summer’, so I think of it as ‘summer feeling’; like the summers you always remember as sunny, even if they weren’t,Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-75784077359028700142011-12-16T10:14:00.001Z2011-12-16T10:16:23.706Z
Oh, world. You've won me over again. I don't know if it was the presence of some of the loveliest people around on the comment page of my last post (thank you so much; I was honestly so touched by each of you, and am feeling a lot better), or the playlist of Glee Christmas songs, or teaching the most hilarious and adorable class of Japanese teenagers this morning (at the end, some of the girls Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-41411073975630493662011-12-13T00:48:00.000Z2011-12-13T00:48:50.055Z
Oh man. Have I been quiet this month. I don't have much in the way of excuses beyond December, ugh, but I'm now officially pulling myself together and decking the halls and so on (technically, I decked the halls on the first day of the month. My first Christmas tree of my own! I can deck it any time I like) (I'm going to stop using the word 'deck' now).
The photos above are of Sissinghurst, an Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-56032957386131055402011-11-24T08:43:00.000Z2011-11-24T08:43:38.813Z
This isn't news, guys, but there's totally a correlation between cupcakes and popularity. I don't have a mathematician to back this up (I do know some mathematicians, but it's very early in the morning in their time zones so I don't think they'd thank me for calling them) (I might advertise for an official papillon mathematician. I feel this is what I'm missing here), but I'm going to put Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-22430086340160174662011-11-22T12:57:00.000Z2011-11-22T12:57:59.045Z
Frequently Asked Questions
Q: Hi, Anna. Has anyone ever actually (frequently or otherwise) asked you any of the following questions?A: No.
Q: Awesome. So! you're vegan. What's that about?A: Well, firstly, it's not because I love puppies. Cause I hate puppies. The serious answer is, I felt uncomfortable eating meat and was most-of-the-way vegetarian for a few years (seafood being the exception, Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-51265191024347711522011-11-13T06:22:00.000Z2011-11-13T06:22:06.186Z
Oh guys. Guys. You give terrible advice. Y'all got all excited - woo the love interest! drool on your second date! - and forgot one crucial point.
Life is awkward.
This probably isn't the best philosophy around, I recognise that, but it's pretty accurate. Talking all night in Japanese? Arm-touching? Using the polite form out of habit and being corrected to the familiar form? Awesome! EncouragingIndigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-53203238238525837512011-11-09T12:38:00.046Z2011-11-09T13:02:53.544Z
Direct quotes from the English homework of high school Japanese students:
If a time machine is made, I want to go back to the Middle Ages with much pepper because many Europeans were looking for pepper to preserve food. If I bring 1 kilogram of pepper, I will make much money. I think I would bring the money to the present by the time machine. Then I can get so much money, I will be able to Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-15965393898584697842011-11-05T11:20:00.001Z2011-11-05T12:36:22.194Z
Homemade soy 'yoghurt' with blueberries & almonds. I can't begin to explain how happy it makes me to have a soy yoghurt substitute here at last.
Pumpkin caramel bagel with Biscoff spread, for which I totally and utterly blame Heather.
The green monster I very, very, very much needed after a Halloween party on Wednesday night that saw us run out of mixers for vodka and decide to use umeshu (Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-11385659354690893482011-10-31T10:30:00.000Z2011-10-31T10:30:56.788Z
I went to Tokyo Disneyland & Disney Sea!
I may or may not have implied to my school that I needed the day off work on Friday because of my doctor's appointment... the previous day. So worth it.
I may or may not have got a little tear in my eye during the Fantasmic Light Show in the evening. It was when Part of Your World played that I got a little emotional WHATEVER DON'T JUDGE ME.
I may or Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-74333493786286383032011-10-26T08:44:00.000+01:002011-10-26T08:44:24.405+01:00
This week I have: barbecued while drinking vodka and wearing the floppy burgundy hat I bought the other week; celebrated Halloween with my English Club (no recipe, as I only have the one photo - above - that I snatched at 7.20am before I went to work. No lighting, no set-up, no judgement please. Also they were pumpkin spice cupcakes, and they were pretty mediocre, and I don't blog mediocre Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-83462859710418264572011-10-21T15:12:00.000+01:002011-10-21T15:12:54.712+01:00
Yes, really. This really happened.
This happened too. I've been sitting on this news for a while, but: look at me! I'm a columnist!
One Green Planet is a vegan, eco-friendly, ethical website which features loads of relevant-to-my-interests articles and relevant-to-my-stomach recipes, and as a vegan, eco-friendly, ethical girl... it's pretty much everything I'm on board with. So! I'm excited to Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-57068624307080682532011-10-19T10:09:00.000+01:002011-10-19T10:09:10.040+01:00
The other weekend, James and I - James is a friend, from Chicago; every single student in my school has independently decided he is my boyfriend and likes to begin conversations with me with the words, 'so, your boyfriend...' in order to watch me wave my arms around and shout, 'NOT MY BOYFRIEND!', although this pronouncement has deterred precisely no one so far - decided that after a couple of Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-14571494791096107012011-10-16T11:21:00.000+01:002011-10-16T11:21:40.081+01:00
Any aspirations I may have towards writing coherent blog posts: gone, upon booking plane/hotel/park tickets for TOKYO DISNEYLAND OMG for Halloween weekend. Ohmygodohmygod it's gonna be the best thing ever.
Invitations out on a Saturday night: declined, in favour of watching 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' and drinking sake. I'm okay with that. I'm also sort of in love with Audrey Hepburn... and I Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-5270744011855452432011-10-11T07:37:00.000+01:002011-10-11T07:37:30.588+01:00
I used to hate exercise. It was just a principle, you know? (These days, I only have two absolute principles: I don’t use Facebook, and I don’t drink blue drinks. Anything else; never say never). I was the girl at school who always trailed at the back for cross-country, dragging my heavy legs through the mud and swearing under her breath, finishing twenty minutes after the athletic, whippet-likeIndigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-23472416454389908962011-10-09T12:45:00.000+01:002011-10-09T12:45:00.572+01:00
These are my confessions~ 1. It's nearly mid-October, and I've only just started to buy warmer clothes. My first day of dressing for autumn, and it's ridiculously hot without a cloud in the sky. I'm a little bit offended by this, but not enough to put me off wearing dark purple tights and brown cord shorts. I look really cute, but I feel a little bit like a hobbit (it's the cordoroy). 2. Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-91738350201838459342011-10-05T14:08:00.000+01:002011-10-05T14:08:52.883+01:00
Things on my mind:Healthy snacks for school... that is, I need some. When breakfast is at 6.30am, I get hungry by mid-morning. Not like, 'ooh, I'm a bit peckish!'; more like, 'OH MY GOD. I AM GOING TO EAT THIS SCHOOL AND EVERYONE IN IT UNLESS I GET A GODDAMN COOKIE IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES'. I've experimented a bit this week, but nothing's ticking all the boxes yet. Ideas? Links?
Is it immoral Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-27308673061718891002011-09-25T06:23:00.001+01:002011-09-25T06:24:21.426+01:00
I made soup! It's pretty much as autumnal as food is possible to be, which is fortunate as apparently seasonal changes are pretty much an overnight deal over here, and the temperature - as far as I can tell - has dropped 10 degrees (C) within about a week. Which, I'm not saying that's a bad thing, because the temperature was 35C last week and it was a little ridiculous; but it's certainly Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-17074224639013906102011-09-17T07:53:00.001+01:002011-09-17T07:56:53.568+01:00
I really like you, so I bought you a present.
Okay... it's only for one of you. You're going to have to fight off the opposition first, but that shouldn't be hard, cause let's face it, this blog has a pretty small readership. Also, you don't literally have to fight. Unless you want to?
The Giveaway:2 x sweets candles (do not judge me)
caramel leaf tea from Afternoon Tea, my new favourite shopIndigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-41467436168690432482011-09-13T10:23:00.000+01:002011-09-13T10:23:31.773+01:00Postcards from my first six weeks as a teacher...
In my first week, the kids are off. There's not exactly a lot for me to do; I spend my days trying my hardest to look busy (I'm being paid for this) and studying as much Japanese as possible. I open my textbook at the contents page on my second day and read:
week 3: meetings
day 1 - self-introduction
day 2 - cake
I spend a whole day Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-7636648110998674882011-09-10T07:34:00.001+01:002011-10-11T04:07:14.709+01:00
THIS ISN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.
-Well, it is a bit.
I TOTALLY DIDN'T JUST MAKE A BOWL OF COOKIE DOUGH AND EAT IT ALL.
Well, I kind of did.
I had grand aspirations! I hadn't blogged all week; I was collecting photos and anecdotes and coming up with beautiful breakfast ideas... because for some reason my food-planning-brain just never gets past breakfast. And then - and then last night I was Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-14083084348328425632011-08-31T12:50:00.001+01:002011-08-31T13:08:24.252+01:00click for music
On a boat with friends this Sunday night, for a festival of some sort - there are festivals practically every other day here, and I rarely if ever know what they're about but tend to wander into them looking enthusiastic and baffled in equal measures. We shared umeshu and sushi and watched the most incredible fireworks, and this song (linked above) seemed appropriate as I was Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-78701051837733561582011-08-27T08:08:00.000+01:002011-08-27T08:08:07.749+01:00
Treasures from yesterday. These umeboshi sweets from Muji look like jewels, right? They're just sugar-and-water boiled sweets, but with a piece of dried pickled plum inside to make a sort of sweet-and-sour flavour combination. So freaking pretty.
I also picked up these apple & sweet potato biscuits - can't find a link for 'em - which are SHAPED LIKE BEARS, OMGYAY.
Okay, let's talk about Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-77833977178181612832011-08-25T13:29:00.000+01:002011-08-25T13:29:56.516+01:00
The food aspect of this blog has fallen off somewhat in recent weeks - so has the 'blogging' aspect too, actually, but I suppose it's an occupational hazard of moving to the other side of the world (if you're waiting for an email from me, by the way, I'll get there eventually) - but it's something I've been thinking about. Not just because I like to think about food (although I do), but Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-15179643759484786352011-08-19T13:39:00.001+01:002011-08-20T06:07:59.544+01:00
...Well, that was an absurdly long nap. The good news is, I'm alive!! - yeah, like you even missed me; you guys are all talk. Getting internet in my new apartment in Nagasaki turned into either an epic mission or a total farce, depending on your outlook, but the news as you need to know it is this:
I'm in Japan!
I turned 21!
I started my new job!
I realised I adore Japanese kids, after Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-55536639712003573562011-07-29T19:04:00.000+01:002011-07-29T19:04:54.239+01:00
I shot a roll of film in Stratford-upon-Avon last week - you know, Shakespeare's birthplace; home of the Globe theatre and the Royal Shakespeare theatre company and so on - and since a) I'm feeling a little pre-emptively nostalgic for England, since I leave for Japan tomorrow evening, and b) I've been known to celebrate Shakespeare's birthday in the past with paper hats and cupcakes (in my Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-40968442782578227762011-07-26T21:41:00.002+01:002011-07-26T21:46:17.467+01:00
I have a few confessions to make.
1. This was only a little bit premeditated, but I kept you waiting for dessert in my Speakeasy post. I know, right; what a bitch. This is partially because I wanted to take new, non-yellow photos... which in turn was partially an excuse to eat more ice cream. No hate.
2. Is this cherry bourbon ice cream familiar? That's because it was born, many moons ago, on Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-76193811709182740812011-07-24T22:11:00.002+01:002011-07-26T21:46:09.733+01:00
Hello, honey.
Keep this on the down-low, but on Friday night I turned my mum's dining room into a speakeasy. There were five courses... one was just cake (a cake course is legit, right?). If you're a friend of mine, and you were in the area -which rules out a lot of you- you might have recieved a polaroid invitation, with a personal password printed on the front: foxtrot, blackjack, moonshineIndigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-74466894061630109662011-07-21T20:51:00.000+01:002011-07-21T20:51:36.451+01:00
You love the roses - so do I. I wishthe sky would rain down roses, as they rainfrom off the shaken bush. Why will it not?Then all the valley would be pink and whiteand soft to tread on. They would fall as lightas feathers, smelling sweet; and it would belike sleeping and like waking, all at once!
Roses, George Eliot.
I realise this is fast becoming a little predictable, but, hi. I made breakfastIndigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-63484868750127977242011-07-17T19:09:00.000+01:002011-07-17T19:09:28.550+01:00
I went to Cardiff!
We fed ducks by hand, and took photos on a disposable camera (while wearing floppy blue hats and SOCIALLY AWKWARD t-shirts), and ate chimichangas, and stayed up til 9.30...am. Sara was proposed to by a man named Simon, solely on the basis of being Scottish. We totally went to the midnight showing of Harry Potter... I hardcore cried. We identified pretty much every Cardiff Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-10880594790589133612011-07-11T22:36:00.001+01:002011-07-11T22:39:57.582+01:00
Whoever said the camera never lied didn't know squat. According to these photos, I've spent today reclining in the garden; perhaps plucking sprigs of lavender from time to time and declaring 'how delightful!', and then drinking tea with honey and cutting slices of apricot tart for my friends and be-hatted mother. The reality is, I've spent today driving back and forth into town from bank to bankIndigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-44951440138158289712011-07-08T21:40:00.000+01:002011-07-08T21:40:34.594+01:00
If you know me in real life - and my real life friends do profess to read this blog, although you would know it since no one but Leah leaves comments cough I'm just sayin' cough - you'll know that I have some fairly major life changes coming up in the next few weeks; changes that I haven't mentioned here on papillon mostly out of... fear, I suppose. Not of the things themselves, but fear that I Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-33203953988764949802011-07-02T23:05:00.000+01:002011-07-02T23:05:48.097+01:00
Here are some things you should totally do. I know what I'm talking about. I'm definitely a reliable source. I give quality advice. I... I'm protesting too much.
1. Bake blueberry, almond & buckwheat muffins. They're vegan! And gluten-free! And delicious! Even if you aren't vegan or gluten-free! And I spent a lot of time getting this recipe right, so damned if you aren't going to eat them and Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-69391958972125685172011-06-26T19:03:00.002+01:002011-06-26T20:50:29.844+01:00
There are things worth celebrating!
Number One: you see Samdog, up there? -We're not celebrating him. No, really, he kind of smells a bit. But he's illustrating the fact that, after a pretty miserable (weather-wise and emotionally) week, the sun has come out. Maybe just for today? And maybe my legs are already sunburnt - sorry, this positivity thing doesn't come naturally, apparently - but it's Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-28808737990239876862011-06-19T12:02:00.001+01:002011-06-19T12:03:35.630+01:00
Bournemouth Beach, June '11
Unless you're super into unpacking boxes and selling textbooks on ebay (if you are, seriously, come here, you'll have the time of your life. And I'll pay you?), what I'm up to the next couple of days is unlikely to interest anyone; so I thought I'd share some photos from my latest roll of film, taken on our day trip to Bournemouth the other week. There's little I loveIndigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-47654656983854610492011-06-16T11:31:00.000+01:002011-06-16T11:31:06.656+01:00
Spelt banana bread, in an effort to use up a half-empty bag of spelt flour and some frozen bananas.
My early birthday present from my beautiful housemates - a ridiculously gorgeous vintage typewriter. It's eighty years old! And shiny! And goes ding! when you reach the end of a sentence!
Vegan white chocolate & pistachio blondies. Hellooo.
...Yes, I am using a cardboard moving box as a Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-80984508069544134962011-06-13T14:22:00.001+01:002011-06-13T14:24:13.866+01:00
Happy un-Birthday! You and me both. The downside of being a Summer baby is that you're never with your friends on your actual birthday, so last night we held a surprise party for my housemate Helen - she in the tinfoil tiara, looking not unlike the Statue of Liberty - complete with cucumber sandwiches, potato salad, and a strawberry-pink birthday cake. If it looks a little ramshackle, it's Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-7930563582721811402011-06-09T17:14:00.001+01:002011-06-09T17:17:26.009+01:00
I don't pretend to believe that these pictures will interest anyone other than the people in them, but as last night was our Graduation Ball and I'm incredibly happy with how these (pre-party) photos turned out, I'm making it a post and calling it photography, 'kay?
Besides, with only a week and a half until we leave uni forever, I thought I'd better introduce my housemates - they're all in theIndigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-28444065959787652472011-06-05T12:24:00.001+01:002011-07-26T21:54:41.778+01:00
Homemade spelt veggie burgers with rolls and salad: from this recipe
Salt & vinegar potato salad, with the adaptations suggested here.
Grilled strawberries & pimm's, with (non-dairy) ice cream and crushed oat biscuits
Please excuse my dirty feet! My mother would be ashamed. Grubby feet are a side-effect of Friday night barbecues, especially if you're anything like me and like to carry your Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-47938342894093157542011-06-03T12:25:00.001+01:002011-06-28T12:20:53.310+01:00
Good morning, sunshine. Let me start by being honest: my morning has not looked like the above set of pictures. Well, it has a little bit. The sky looks more-or-less like that, and I do... own tea-towels? but they're maybe not that clean. And I haven't eaten a scone for breakfast, but I did have a big mix of chopped fresh strawberries and semi-frozen banana in pb&j sauce, served in an oversized Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-74707022701328779002011-05-31T17:22:00.006+01:002011-05-31T19:49:24.510+01:00
Reflections in train windows. I am an obnoxious person to share a carriage with.
Socca crepe with asparagus shiraae filling & toasted sesame seeds
Unidentified Growing Object, from my mum's garden
We talked about chickpea flour in my last post - well, I should say, I talked about chickpea flour. You guys were all like, yeah, whatever, chickpea flour, check out your first-world problems. But Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-85207222400862778922011-05-28T08:50:00.000+01:002011-05-28T08:50:05.369+01:00
May makes me restless.
It's partially to do with my exam time - although I get off pretty lightly in that respect; I have a glut of essay deadlines in the early weeks and a scattering of language tests later on - but mostly about everyone else's exam time. People go to the library at 8am and come back at 10pm. Last year, my housemate Bex didn't see me eat a meal for the entire month; this yearIndigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-62441557755667313432011-05-24T10:18:00.001+01:002011-07-26T21:54:22.002+01:00
balsamic-roasted strawberry compote with sakura sugar
matcha oatmeal with sakura-flavoured soya yoghurt, strawberry compote, sakura blossom/cherry leaf powder, & fresh strawberries
strawberry sakura smoothie with cherry leaf powder
little matcha shortbread used in a (non-dairy) ice-cream sandwich
sakura-flavoured soya yoghurt, strawberry compote, sakura blossom/cherry leaf powder, fresh Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-26500365550847135862011-05-21T17:13:00.000+01:002011-05-21T09:16:33.510+01:00This feels a very belated thing to share, but a little over a month and a half ago - when I was still writing my dissertation, and papillon was sitting quietly in its corner of the internet, unknown to anyone but myself, with a little coming soon? footnote its only embellishment- a box arrived for me from Japan, carefully packed and sealed. Chika had held a gorgeous hope for sakura giveaway, as Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-2307819200080336922011-05-20T00:34:00.000+01:002011-05-21T09:17:18.286+01:00Cup of tea, with soy milk. Empty house. A desk covered with reference books, loose papers, old tissues, stationary, cables. I suppose it's hard for anyone to start a new blog, but it seems especially weird for me - firstly, because for three years I wrote a food blog, Happy Love Strawberry, and it's strange to be elsewhere - and secondly, because I'm not yet sure what this site is, or what I Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673616288243968774.post-28612802434991127832011-03-29T18:45:00.000+01:002011-03-29T18:46:24.083+01:00coming soon. maybe?Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556713163545660253noreply@blogger.com0