All posts tagged: food

Life is like a Bento Box

So I bet you’re going to call me out on the fact that I said I wasn’t going to blog? Although the season and spirit of Christmas still hangs in the air, for me, its over. I think its time to get back to doing what I love. So far, every moment of this trip has been amazing. Tokyo… Hakone… now Kyoto. It would be a crying shame to selfishly keep all that I have seen and learned to myself.  This picture is a taste of what lunch is like in Hakone for a mere £9 you can eat like… that! Did I mention there was roasted tea on tap? In my usual hyperbloic tone: Its really rewritten everything I ever thought about taste, nature and… well… stuff. Blog. A. Blog. A. Blog The cogs in my head won’t stop turning, urging me to over-share. I’ve got that New Years’ feeling and the compulsion to dive into nostalgia and reflect, like I was staring in my own version of Melancholia, has gripped me. I’d hazard a …

Because… stressed spelled backwards is desserts

All the packing, planning and pondering is finally coming to a head. I’m off to Japan. Yay. I think. I doubt anyone will understand how much this means to me. This trip has been my bucket list for close to 15 years. Whilst all my friends were dreaming of owning a car, or even going off to Ibiza, I wanted to see China and Japan. This rocky week has been full of sleepless nights, tearful outbursts and a resurgence of my teenage acne. Great! The anticipation is killing me. For the last four days, I’ve been fighting the urge to chomp down on all manner of evils. Its actually come to the point where I’ve placed a ban on certain items.  Suddenly things I clearly would never normally eat look tantalizingly appealing to me. I’m practically there now. Yay! So as a compromise, I’ve decided to make myself a treat. A sweet treat. Its called Chin Chin and its a West African snack. When I was a kid, my aunt would always give us chin chin to take home with us. …

Listlessly Listing

I’ve had one hell of  a weekend. It’s as if the fast approach of 2015 has incensed me to run myself into the ground. I’ve made lists upon lists of things I want to achieve. Even Santa couldn’t give me all the things I want. They’re not material things. Heavens no. They’re things I know will only come from sweat on my brow and lots of hours of work. Knowing that just makes the tasks ahead more daunting. My body can’t keep up with my mind. I’ve spent the last two days tasting, walking, talking and chomping down on just about everything put in front of me. What a weekend! Sunday rolled by and I’ve more or crashed. Hard. But there’s still so much more to do. I really couldn’t take running around like a headless chicken anymore and so vowed to leave the apartment for water only. That was until I saw this: The strange magical and ever so sweet aroma of coconuts drew me in. I asked, and found out it called Khanom Buang. It is …

Bangkok Discoveries #2: Koji Suzuki and the Sushi that Saved Me

[Updated 11/07/2015 : I have since been informed that Koji’s place in Ekkamai has shut down. I’ve contacted Koji and am waiting to find out more] My head is on fire and my nose is runny, but were it not for the kindness of the owner of 男の割, Koji Suzuki, I would not have had the strength to write this. Dramatic much? Wait until you hear the story, then judge. Over the last couple of days, you could say that I’d been enjoying myself a little bit too much. But who could blame me, my German had come to see me. Long distance relationships are hard, and they don’t get easier just because you’re married. Anyway, long story short, I found myself on the wrong side of Tuesday, (now feeling) sick, alone in my tiny apartment and with nothing in my fridge but broccoli and a rather generous bunch of mint leaves. I made a soothing tea with the mint, had the broccoli steamed with some rice, but before I could go out to restock my supplies, …

Thinking is a terrible crime

I have that Saturday morning feeling. But not the good kind. Is there such a things as a good kind? For me it involves restlessly replaying thoughts in your head, to the point where you feel as if you’re going to wind up on the weekend news as a shocking case of spontaneous combustion. There only one thing for it… eat. “Let food be thy medicine…” I’m not the kind of person that ‘eats her feelings’ (that’s a lie), but I do believe that tastes have magical power. Just like a little electricity can alter brain signals, why not salsa? For me, it’s the sour and salty tastes, that can kick-start my batteries. It’s an Oriental take on the simple salsa. You actually have quite a bit of left over teriyaki, which is perfecte, because you can store it for later and use it with your chips. What’s that you say? Teriyaki and chips! Eugh? Well I say nicht. You sir, haven’t lived till you’ve had fish and chip with teriyaki sauce. Yumm. Move over vinegar. I like …

Juice Challenge

My 14 Day Juice Challenge Watching all the youtube videos, I decided to give the whole ‘juice cleanse‘ a try.  Health nuts rave on about it, so I figured I might as well dabble. After all why would someone say something works, when it doesn’t? Of course I am a skeptic from the onset. Panning through various sites it would appear that this whole juicing thing is, as with everything else, an industry. Countless site can send you pre-made juices, all claiming to resolve all manner of ailments. Ha! Their ingredients are all pretty much similar, so why the hefty price tag? Organic. Yes. Concentration of goodies. I get that too…. But still. There remains a sour taste in my mouth when I think of forking out $75 dollars a day for juice. Just juice. I’ll do it. And in true Zipporah-style there’ll be a catch. I have decided to replace breakfast with a juice. But one that I make for myself (von mir für mich). The market near me offers plenty of ultra cheap produce, that …