Despite strawberries being available all year round in this country, I usually only allow myself to buy them for personal consumption, around this time of the year when the weather starts to get warmer. Out of season, strawberries are like fake jewels : bloated and glistening, but so lacking in quality and flavour. One of my favourite memories of visiting Melbourne as a child, is of picking tiny knobbly strawberries from the garden of the house we stayed in, and eating them dipped in demerara sugar. Hopefully the fact that they are naturally high in fibre, potassium and vitamin C, would have negated the effect of all that added sugar. No harm done so far, is all I can say.

For Kalyn’s WHB this week, I’m combining strawberries with custard in a mini pie I’m calling, “I’ll Miss You Adrienne Shelly Pie”.

I recently watched Waitress, and will mourn the loss of Adrienne Shelly. She was in one of my all time favourite movies, Trust by Hal Hartley, and I didn’t realise she had since become a film maker herself.

Waitress is a beautiful film. An homage to the inner strength of a woman, Jenna, who is unhappy, pregnant and stuck in a loveless marriage to a husband who mistreats and doesn’t understand her. She works at a diner, where she makes amazing pies inspired by her life. Take for example, “I Hate My Husband Pie… You take bittersweet chocolate and don’t sweeten it. You make it into a pudding and drown it in caramel” or “I Can’t Have No Affair Because It’s Wrong And I Don’t Want Earl To Kill Me Pie… Vanilla custard with banana. Hold the banana.”

For I’ll Miss You Adrienne Shelly Pie, take a blind baked tart shell and fill with orange liqueur spiked custard cream. Top with fresh strawberries glazed with Pinot Noir jelly. Like the film Waitress, or Adrienne Shelly herself, these pies are sweet, light and uncomplicated, with an unexpected depth that resonates a long time after it’s (she’s) gone.

(Adrienne Shelly 1966-2006)

It’s been a month or more now since our return from Tokyo, and nary a picture posted. Told you this would take a long time! 🙂 The truth is I’ve been working so hard, sometimes I wonder where I even get the time to breathe.

I miss Japan every day. On the way home late from work every evening, I walk through the city and wish I was in Tokyo, where there is always some convenient food shop, restaurant or decent take-away joint, open and within reach. There are over 80 000 restaurants in Tokyo (now also the city with the most Michelin stars), compared with 3000 here in Sydney, in an area roughly a sixth the size of Sydney. I miss buying little sweets at the shops specialising in Wagashi, or sinking my teeth into a warm, freshly made red bean snapper cake bought from a street stall. I have started using matcha at work, as a tribute to the fabulous green tea confections I had during my holiday. I need to return.

In the meantime, here are some pictures from one of my favourite days in Tokyo : Sunday at Yoyogi Park and Harajuku. If you’re going to visit Harajuku, there’s no other day than Sunday to do it. Sunday is the day the cosplay kids parade themselves on the bridge near Harajuku Station. If you walk from Yoyogi Park towards Harajuku, you will be treated to the sight of not just any group of buskers with their guitars and a hat in front of them to collect spare change in, but full bands, plugged into little generators, entertaining you with a variety of Jpop, rock, and I even spied a mobile DJ station. Within Yoyogi Park itself, there are bongo drum groups, ukelele players, tap dancers, and even a guy with nunchukas. There is also a dog park consisting of two enclosures – one for big dogs, and another for little dogs. Keep an eye out for the Rockabilly Club; a group of men dressed like Elvis, in leather and greased up hair, cutting it up on the dance bitumen. On our way to Yoyogi Park, we even stumbled upon an Earth Garden Market, with stalls selling beautiful handmade wares and organic food.

If shopping, the streets of Harajuku themselves are a sight to behold. Packed knee deep as they are with mindboggling numbers of people (especially down Takeshita Dori and Cat Street), walking is soon reduced to a shuffle. But no matter, because there is so much to see anyway. The shopping fuel of choice on Takeshita Dori seems to be these large crepes rolled up and stuffed with assorted sweet things and lots of cream, while on Cat Street, we stopped for half a dozen of the most delicious takoyaki, laced with pink ginger and spring onions.

On Takeshita Dori, there are some great second hand clothes stores specialising in trendy Gothic-Lolita wear (think a hybrid of Shirley Temple, in a Stanley Kubrick/George Romero movie) or other designer threads like Vivienne Westwood and Yohji Yamamoto, if you can be bothered to do the necessary trawling. Caught up in the mood of things, I did splash out on a new Marc Jacobs jumper, but my favourite shop was actually the seven-or-eight-floored toy and trinket store, Kiddie Land (much better than the more well known Hakuhinkan Toy Park in Ginza, in my opinion).

So that was one of my favourite, exhausting, information-overloading, extremely exciting and highly missed Sundays in Tokyo.

(rest of the pictures to come..)