Showing posts with label about me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label about me. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Halloween is about Yes.

Yes.

Yes, I did make popsicles with Pop Rocks. Lemonade base. poprocks popsicles

Awesome. And crackly.

Yes, I did buy $30 shoes for my daughter for Halloween. 16Halloween 20119Halloween 2011

I looked around and even the low tops were $30.

Fantastic.

Yes, I did buy makeup just so I could wear it on Halloween because I don’t own makeup.

5Halloween 2011And Yes, I did look like a $2 you-know-what because I don’t know how to put on makeup.

Cool.

Yes, I did make Candy Bar Cookies.

No. No picture.

Yes. I ate them all. I had a little help.

Scrumpdidlyumptious.

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How was your Halloween?

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

What I’ve Learned in Ten Years of Marriage

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Two is oh-so-much better

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for cleaning up.

If you had told me ten years ago that cleaning up, and just the general business of living together was, almost, as important as sex, I would have really laughed at you.

It’s important that both of those things happen in a good marriage, even if it involves some work. Plus the value of it increases with time.

And when one person leaves, let’s say, for a two week trip to American Samoa (and leaves you alone with two kids)---

you’re pretty happy to have that person back.

For at least two reasons.6summer'11

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P.S.

How awesome is my ten-years-ago teenage brother?

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The angst-icon for a new generation.

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Monday, February 21, 2011

A Readerly Interest in Food

IMG_4034eggmontecristoThis is an entry for the Kitchen Corner’s “Cook off” wherein I try to capture the moment I fell in love with food.

My love for food started when I started reading. As a child I spent most of my free time reading.

I consumed books late into the night, straining my eyes with a low lamp, and risking the wrath of a parent who wanted me well-rested for the day of school coming.

On Saturdays I threw my hands up with disgust when my mother interrupted me to require some chore—like vacuuming the stairs. I hated vacuuming the stairs. I would grit my teeth and scream, quietly so she couldn’t hear but loud enough to feel rebellious, “You ALWAYS interrupt me at the good part!”

I was always at the good part. Because I was always reading.

I had read every book in my house at least twice,

but, the ones I came back to again and again,

I savored those books.

The White Mountains made my mouth water at coffee and hard biscuits, as Will took refuge on a ship while escaping the Tripods. I had no idea what liverwurst was, but I wanted to reach in and steal that tomato and liverwurst sandwich Meg makes for her mother in the beginning scenes of A Wrinkle in Time. On his journey to pick up the dogs he ordered, Billy roasts a piece of salt pork and an egg to make a cornbread sandwich in Where the Red Fern Grows.

These were all foods I had never eaten or even seen. I only imagined that the hunger that these characters felt had never been better sated.

These dreamed meals were often homey and made in simple kitchens. They appealed to basic tastes of salt, sugar, and fat but they tasted, in my food memory, complex. Bitter coffee was a taboo in my house but in elementary school I breathed deeply when I walked by the teacher’s steaming mug, and have always savored that rich smell. The sweet acidic drip of the tomato slid under my tongue when Meg’s mother eats her sandwich in the kitchen light of night discussion. I felt kinship with Billy when he chews that salty sizzling egg sandwich, and chews the dry and wet layers together. I imagine him thoughtful at a campfire and the smoke adding a savory angle to the plateless meal.

My list of food memory associations in books I had read was longer than the number of foods I had eaten in real life.

Even now, the stroke of taste from a book is never as good as the ones in real life, however incredible the chef. At Nobu, I recently had a sous vide pork belly with a browned edge topped with jalapeno salsa. That bite was just perfect, but it will never match up to fill the hunger created by a thermos’d cream of tomato soup, lobster salad sandwich on thin slices of white bread, celery, carrots, black olives, two plums, a tiny basket of cherries, a cardboard shaker of salt, and vanilla pudding with chocolate sprinkles that Frances has in Russell Hoban’s classic Bread and Jam for Frances.

As Albert says: “That’s a good lunch.”

A lunch worth three Michelin stars, in my book.

IMG_4030eggmontecristoCornmeal Pancake Monte Cristo

This creation is based on some of the tastes I imagine in Billy’s campfire meal of salt pork, egg, and cornbread. I think the play on sweet/salty/savory created by the “monte cristo” effect is something that stays locked in my hungry memory.

makes about 3 "sandwiches”

For the pancakes

  • 2/3 Cup yellow cornmeal
  • 1/3 Cup flour
  • 2/3 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1 C buttermilk
  • 2 Tbsp maple syrup
  • 3 Tbsp unsalted butter, melted
  • 1 egg
  • extra unsalted butter to grease the pan
  1. Heat a large cast-iron skillet over medium heat. Whisk the dry ingredients together in a medium bowl. In a separate small bowl, whisk together the wet ingredients. Pour the wet ingredients over the dry and whisk together until combined—but do not over mix.
  2. Put a pat of butter into the pan and grease liberally. When the pan is hot, pour in about 1/3 C (maybe a little more) of the batter for each pancake—probably can fit in three at a time. When the top has a few bubbles and the edges look like they are starting to dry, flip and cook on the other side for about 30 more seconds.
  3. Repeat with remaining batter.

For the sandwiches

  • 9 thin slices of ham
  • 3 eggs
  • 3 two-oz slices of salty, hard cheese—I used comte
  • 2 Tablespoons guava jam (other jams would work here, or even molasses)
  1. After cooking the pancakes, butter the pan again and put the ham into the pan and warm on both sides. After removing the ham, cook the 3 eggs as you wish (over easy is good here).
  2. Assemble the sandwiches while all your ingredients are still hot. Lay the first pancake on the plate and top with a piece of cheese. Put 3 slices of ham and 1 egg on top of that, and spread some jam on the 2nd pancake for the top (either putting the jam face down or up as desired). Repeat with the rest of the ingredients. Serve while hot.

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My favorite fiction books for adults that also happen to have succulent food scenes: (links to Goodreads)

And Never Said a Word by Henrich Boll

East of Eden by John Steinbeck

All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy

A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway

Dance, Dance, Dance by Haruki Murakami

Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier

What’s your favorite food scene from a book?

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Sunday, December 28, 2008

About Mariko


I'm a high school English teacher and sometimes I bring my teacher voice home. It's because I care about what people eat, and especially what kids eat. I want my kids to care about the diets of the chickens that lay their eggs and what makes waffles properly crispy.

I live in Hawaii and I prefer the outdoor life. I'm spoiled by the weather and only have one sweater while the surfer I'm married to has a drawer full of surf shorts.

I'll never turn down a cookie. I prefer Japanese foods over all others. Vacations, for me, are about eating.

The recipes, opinions, and pictures on this website are mine. I'll tell you like it is, warts, rainbows, and all.

I regularly write about kitchen tools for Houzz.com, island style recipes for The Star Advertiser, and soon about Hawaii healthy living for Being808. StumbleUpon