Quintessential… of the pure and essential essence of something: the quintessential Japanese art of origami. 2. of or pertaining to the most perfect embodiment of something…

My Japanese maple tree in the garden bursts into life this week

 There can be nothing more quintessentially Japanese than Origami and how lucky are we to have two Japanese house guests to share and delight us with their skills at paper folding…Go on tell us more, I can hear you ask? 

 We learn on arrival, one guest is a Japanese food model and fellow blogger – can you imagine the pressure of the week knowing that everything you serve up with is photographed for a well respected and established Japanese food blog?!

Now I have two approaches to cooking, first and foremost I love rustic cuisine – think of the dessert Eton Mess with its smashed up meringues

…‘of course they’re shop bought Darl, do you think I have time to whip up my own egg whites?’

 The second is that I get away with serving up a lot of things as Australian – burnt sausages, soggy this that and the other.  (I exaggerate, it’s not quite that bad…!) 

 I am helped by their English language course, where the first lesson is generally on manners and etiquette. Thus having mastered the word ‘delicious’ earlier in the day, they are keen to use it…and I am happy to hear it.

They always say ‘Your food is delicious’

And I always reply ‘Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say so’

 We manage to blend the manners and customs from both cultures quite well. Before eating, Japanese people say “itadakimasu,” a polite phrase meaning “I receive this food.” This expresses thanks to whoever worked to prepare the food …

Now let me take you back to Sunday evening about 10 pm at night, when I, blissfully unaware that one of our house guests is a renown chef and self-confessed foodie and have just offered the options of cereal or toast for breakfast… Gulp!

I’m up bright and early the next day ( ok well early…it was a somewhat sleepless night… ) to forage around in the back of the fridge looking for inspiration.

Fortunately, I find a brand new batch of my husband’s lemon curd in the fridge – perfect. Together on a pretty plate, decorated with some of the many fresh lemons we have in the garden, we do rather well for breakfast. I am now looking forward to seeing that in publication in Japan!

Our second guest tells us that she too also cooks but she prefers running. I offer up daughter Number two, our Sporty Spice as a running partner to show her our local running route, along with the old railway track and through the park… She told us she runs marathons, but so used to having a few things lost in translation, we ask how far she would like to go. She replies

’42 km’s’
‘Mum will take you instead’, my Sporty Spice offers!!!

 

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