Its name might lure you into considering a friendship, if not familial bond with that other homophone of a fruit, the loquat but fear not, they have no ties that bind unlike its relationship with the limequats, a hybrid of key lime and kumquat. Read more…
Archive for June, 2010
Its name might lure you into considering a friendship, if not familial bond with that other homophone of a fruit, the loquat but fear not, they have no ties that bind unlike its relationship with the limequats, a hybrid of key lime and kumquat. Read more…

I just discovered heaven on earth – with Butternut squash!
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Light
She held her red scarf, and lovingly wrapped it around her waist for the rest of the day, shielding her fat, naked thigh from the piercing eyes of the world. It was a tragedy, pure and simple that this could ever have happened to her.
In the same moment though, she was thankful that she no longer had a choice. If she wanted to live, then something had to be done. A hard message, brought about in so shocking a manner but she was grateful for listening to her spirit that morning even as she struggled to rouse herself from listless sleep.
For some reason, the going down of the sun had brought with it many questions and cares – her burgeoning waistline, heavy breathing as she took the first set of steps yet still on the ground floor and her love of food. One thing would have to give she was sure, as she tossed and turned, creating chaos with her cool, white Egyptian cotton sheets (from Ikea). And so she spent the entire sleeping hours thinking, dreaming and wishing for the days of old, when she was a girl and thin.
Or Mispels according to the Dutch. Also known as Japanese medlar, not to be confused with that other sort of fruit, also called medlar, requiring rotting and bletting to reach edible status.
It took me a year to find out what the English name for Mispels was. I first came across them in a market in the Hague and bought some. A few days later, stuck in my fridge, I couldn’t help but wonder how to eat them. When I opened them up, they reminded me of a Nigerian fruit Agbalumo, which we also call cherry. Also called Hog plum. Anyhow, I left a message on my market post asking for anyone who knew the name to let me know what it was. And someone did. In March this year. Someone called Brittan from The Suitcase Chef. Thank you. You helped me fit that huge piece of a jigsaw, into a corner of my world – bringing stability, hope and joy.
Kitchen Butterfly is 1! One! I (roman numeral).
Actually, a bit older than one is she. He. It.
Misjudging intentions, reading actions wrong
Everything I’ve learnt about re-framing, I’ve forgotten to use!
These strawberries come from our weekly drive-by farmer, grown on his farm. I love the weirdness of some of the strawberries – imperfect can be beautiful too, like me…and you.
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It could have worked out. For days before I made it, I dreamt and searched for recipes which used meringues instead of pastry pie shells. No dice.
Still I went ahead, I could see it, smell it, taste it. The individual elements were great – meringues, orange curd and chocolate ganache. Read more…















