Where the wild things are – Ice-cream mochi au thé matcha

[Matcha ice-cream mochi] Almost a year ago, a boy-friend – at times with a dash, most of the time, without – gave me two Japanese manuals. A textbook and a workbook. They were both in one of those Muji clear pockets I love so much. With a pen and a highlighter. Perhaps it was yellow, or it might have been pink. Almost a year later, ...

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Au menu, aujourd’hui – Le thé matcha

[On the menu today – Matcha green tea] On a summer day of two-thousand and five, I remember driving on those small roads in between Biot and Valbonne. With something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue*. I remember the tiny black metal box. Mariage Frère. I remember the even smaller packet of green powder. On a spring day of two-thousand and eleven, I ...

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