29 May 2009

more from the farmers' market

I got there five minutes before the market opened, and waited at the gate with the other market regulars like a hawk ready to descend on its prey.

This week, my favorite vendor had some tomatoes that are really, really tiny -- the smallest ones are only as big as my fingernails. They look like red pearls with emerald adornment, waiting to be strung into a necklace. Absolutely adorable!

Red-and-green is one of my favorite color combinatioins, so just lookig at these tomatoes makes me very happy. But I'm happier still when I pop them into my mouth, two at a time.

A treat to the senses.

21 May 2009

today's loot

Found at the Farmer's Market. Two bunches of pink baby's breath, for $4.

Also got two packages of cherry tomotatoes from my favorite vendor, a pair of Japanese ladies. These tomatoes are so flavorful, they don't even need salt. I took a handful and took a bite, and couldn't stop eating them. Half the package disappeared before dinner, and then I ate some more with dinner!

Oh, and their cucumbers.... slender, curvy cucumbers. I gave E one that was in the shape of the letter C, with the two ends almost touching each other. He giggled, asked for a plate and some salt, and then crunched it up in his mouth.

Yum yum.

18 May 2009

eat, drink, make cards, and be merry

Husbands are wonderful, but girlfriends are always awesome. I'm lucky to have a bunch of them all in the neighborhood.

Thank you for the good wine, great food, and the fantastic, fabulous, fun!

13 May 2009

go ahead, have a few pieces

See, isn't it good????? I think a glass of Champagne would be an excellent accompaniment!

12 May 2009

the best job in the whole world

I would pay money to do this job.

11 May 2009


These pears practically melt in my mouth. Buttery and sweet, a portrait of perfect ripeness.

09 May 2009

an afternoon at the park... not at the desk

When I was E's age, I played outside every day. There was a huge, open space literally right next to the house we lived in. I rode my bike, I ran around, I played cops and robbers with friends, I climbed the jungle gym. I don't remember sitting at the desk preparing for the weekly test, although I'm sure I did my homework.

What strikes me is how much time E is not spending outside. Not that E has hours and hours of homework every day, not yet, but he gets plenty of it for his age. And I have to sit down with him to supervise, especially because his teacher is of the opinion that "it is the parents' job to make sure that the child does his homework, and does it correctly." (She doesn't check her students' homework.) E also has a spelling test every Friday, and part of his daily work is to study for it. So, by the time he comes home and has a snack, finishes his homework and takes a little bit of a break, we're both feeling kind of too tired to go outside.

On Monday this week, however, we had a break from our routine. A friend around the corner said, "Let's take the kids to the park after school today!" and I said, "I'll meet you there around four!"

So we did. And it was really quite wonderful.

Our kids actually ran around the field. They got in the stream and got their feet (and their arms, and pants, and shirts...) dirty. They had a blast, and we had fun watching them.

The weather was perfect, perfect, perfect.

We have to do this more often, I thought. That will involve a bit of conscious effort on my part, because I will have to get us in the car and drive to the park. Too bad that huge, open space I had as a child isn't right next to our home, but oh, well.

Play time is recharge time. We all need it. Perhaps I need it more than E does.

04 May 2009

picnic at the park

The prince has requested a picnic lunch at the park.

With six pieces of onigiri, tamagoyaki made with two eggs, plus salmon and green beans from the night before in a medium-size Tupperware, our obento looked very proudly Japanese. We also had two bottles of mugi-cha, our favorite cold beverage. Had there been a thermos full of hot hoji-cha, it would have been a perfect Japanese picnic lunch.

It just so happens that in Japan, it is the middle of Golden Week right now. Families everywhere are packing obento, putting their walking shoes on, lugging their backpacks and picnic baskets, and enjoying the good weather over there.

Nobody else was having a picnic at the park we went to, but we celebrated our Golden Week anyway. Because, you see, every week is a Golden Week for me.

The weather was lovely, children happy in the playground, runners and bicycles gladly sharing the path, and E and I were content.

Yes, every day is a Golden Day.

03 May 2009


No, I don't have a sweet tooth.

I have a sweet eye.