“Oh, hi, Johnny–I didn’t know it was you!”
This recipe is a gift from the two of us to you all for Valentine’s Day. Even though it’s a bullshit capitalist holiday that hinges on expressing love by either participating in socially sanctioned, exploitative expressions of heteronormativity or by equally problematic mocking thereof, I urge you to use this opportunity for the radical act of loving yourself.
I love summer in the Pacific Northwest: beer gardens, picnics at the lake, gorgeous sunsets, and, more than anything, the berries: blueberries, huckleberries, blackberries, tayberries, strawberries, raspberries, marion berries. Today we’re cooking with gooseberries!
しっとりした (shittori shita): moist (food) It’s been a rough couple of weeks here in Japan, and even though my region is perfectly fine and safe, the mental strain of having to reassure people that we are not being irradiated is starting to wear on us. The latest (actual) issue with the Fukushima plants has been…