Posts in Desserts
Coconut Matcha Chia Parfait

As I've become more of a matcha tea lover, I must admit, matcha is my favorite tea in the world. I am one of those people that can drink it iced all day long, then make a foamy matcha latte with coconut milk (or homemade cashew and almond milk), and then I'll say to one of my daughters or to my guy: "Hey, do you want to go check out that matcha tea place that just opened in Little Tokyo?" Coconut is also the same for me. Coconut milk, coconut ice cream, coconut curry, coconut rice. Coconut is most definitely a favorite of mine too. Put matcha with coconut in a chia pudding? Oh yes.

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Just Desserts

It's a little late here, the beginning of the weekend, and my youngest daughter and I just came back from a very satisfying Japanese dinner. I've wanted to post more, do more, and write more this new year, but as January came around, I caught a terrible flu. There was nothing --- nothing --- that I could do except stay in bed and feel awful.

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Marvelous Matcha Coconut Cheesecake {RAW VEGAN RECIPE}

The other day as I was shopping for groceries, I found some mattcha tea powder in the tea section. Some grocery stores and Asian supermarkets carry this magical green tea powder, and I'm addicted to the stuff. I had run out of my stash at home, making due with some green tea bags instead. That wasn't quite working. As a true tea lover, I feel that mattcha is a special ingredient. Traditionally, mattcha is used in Japanese tea ceremony, frothed up with a bamboo brush in an artful practice, showing reverence for tea.

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The Cake Monet Ate

The Impressionist artists of Paris captured images of their food with paint daubs on canvas, like Claude Monet, who was just as much a food obsessed gourmand as he was a painter. He began his day with an early breakfast: omelette aux fines herbes, sausage, toast, jam and tea, then off to paint water lilies until lunchtime. Monet employed a cook, grew his own vegetables, planned seasonal menus, ate fresh eggs from his own chickens, and had a cider press.

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Butterscotch Budino: An Affair to Remember

The spoon dipped through the sticky layer of caramel to reveal the satiny heft of pale custard. One taste, her eyes rolled upwards, and she flung the spoon over her shoulder, clattering upon the tile floor behind her. She moaned a few "ums" audibly in the throes of bliss, head back in abandon, cheeks flush as if in mid-orgasm. Bemused by my friend's sudden custard-induced bliss, my own spoon went into the bowl for a taste. 

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