To my dearest Dutch friends, best wishes for Sinterklaas.
I hope you have terrific feestjes .
Enjoy the kruidnoten, peppernoten and snopjes.
Lots of love
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Tomorrow we’ll sit together and we’ll feast. We are thankful for life.
We have reason to be thankful. Reason to be thankful for so many things. Like Failure. Like learning ‘How not to do it’. Embracing the foolhardiness of choices….and moving on.
There’s many a thing failure can teach, of which I’ll share two (2).
aka how to plan ahead for success. Like preparing for Thanksgiving dinner which is NOT celebrated in Nigeria. And is a school/work night. Read more…
My mind is cast to times and places and memories of warmth. Brought by travel and wander and wonder.
I remember when I first discovered Matcha in Paris. Fascinated by its green colour, I salted, macaroned, baked. All in a fit to bring some Japan to me. And so, when passing time at the airport in Geneva in late September, I happened upon a teashop where I made it my personal business to leave with a Matcha whisk. Spurred on by the beautiful feature in Cereal magazine on Matcha, Japan and tea ceremonies. Perfect for a light, frothy cup of green tea.
This wasn’t any old weekend. Thank God.
This Weekend Wonder is dedicated to Cardamom and Deception.
Sweet. Deeply aromatic. Mentholated. Cooling spice. Beguiling. Exotic. Heady scents. Complex, Intensely aromatic, sweet, complex, spicy, beguiling, heady. Intoxicating. Complex, of citrus, peppers, flora and herbs. Bringing intrigue. Delivering depth. Resinous.
Deception. That feeling of being let down. Lied to. Treated with malicious intent.
Green. That’s what we call it.
‘Buy me Green’, I say. Being Nigerian, she understands. No need to explain to my ‘home assistant’ what I need her to get.
I like ‘green’, for its neither too tough nor too soft. It cooks in minutes and retains some character, not turning to slimy mush like waterleaf (if cooked on its own).
It goes by many names. Green. African Spinach.