Since I ought to be frantically designing a study to measure whether or not curriculum change in New Zealand schools has impacted on food literacy and food security, I am (naturally) writing posts instead.
This episode of bibelots is brought to you by the strange bedfellows food...and economics. Don't worry, the latter of the most pop variety, I promise.
I made these okonomiyaki t'other night. Well actually, I made the mix and left it on the table with a gas burner so my people could eat them hot off the griddle. They were perfect; shrimpy, spring-oniony and delivered a little vinegary heat surprise from the sriracha in the mayonnaise. I served them with tonkatsu sauce as well and upped the amount of shrimp by half again - okonomiyaki, then the sriracha mayonnaise (made with kewpie, natch), tonkatsu sauce, toasted sesame seeds and bonito flakes = major food joy. Making again, soon.
I get my news from my Twitter feed, which means I get a very strange mixture of things indeed. Recently: The Guardian on an economic revolution. Gawker (I know, I know) on an economic apocalypse. And so, why not put your money into cheese? And I mean that literally - that seems to be what they do in Italy (ha! and just as I write I realise that is no shining endorsement since that country is not, shall we say, entirely solvent).
And lastly...I hate to admit it. I have insisted, flying in the face of all reason as is my wont, that this doozy of a summer shall last until May. But the mornings, they are a-colder (happily, the days are still warm so I only have to suspend disbelief for a few hours a day). Eating this porridge helps keep me cosy, but also makes me feel a little bit like I might be able to face reality. Because if this is what reality tastes like, I miiight be persuaded to accept it.