What I Will Miss - The Courtesy

I went to pick Ariana up at school yesterday. She was in the playroom in the basement of the school, reachable only by elevator. There was another woman waiting there as I approached. The elevator doors opened and she motioned for me to enter first. The elevator was going up, so I told her I would wait as I had to go down to the basement. She said "oh, it's ok. You take it - I can walk" and away she went, up the stairs, leaving me the elevator all to myself.

This.
Would.
Never.
Happen.
In.
New.
York.

In the Pink...random pictures of spring

Violette, Ariana and Ulysse making faces...
Ariana, the photographer, takes a picture of her friend Riku....

cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, look and see........
still life of shoes in park........taken by Ariana
the Hanami (cherry blossom) party in Shinjuku goen - yes, Ariana took this one too. She is turning into quite the photographer. It started in Bali and now whenever I pull out the camera, she wants her turn.

But, getting back to the party - every year when the trees start to bloom, people everywhere gather in parks, beside rivers, anywhere where there are trees, and celebrate. This year we met up with friends in Shinjuku park, one of the larger ones here in Tokyo.

there is a lot of taking pictures...................
yes, Ariana was getting creative in this one........
reminds me of central park during an Philharmonic concert, minus the blossoms of course.
there are even lines to get into the park, because you must buy your ticket (a big 200 yen - about 2 dollars US) before entering.

They say there is no alcohol allowed, but everyone brings, because that is what you do. Sit and sip and wonder at the beauty of it all.

Anpanman

Japanese children everywhere love Anpanman - a cartoon character whose head is made of bread. He and his cohorts fight the evil Baikinman in every episode. With Ariana off from school this week, I told her I had a surprise for her and we took the train down to Yokohama to visit the Anpanman museum. We found the museum with no problem as we just followed the parade of excited little children and their parents down the street. Ariana was very excited when she realized where we were going and ran right up to Anpanman and wouldn't leave until I took her picture.

These are just some of the characters that make an appearance in the show....
As most children's "museums" here, it is basically a big shopping arcade with a play space thrown in; so the children can play with all the toys they will then bug their parents to buy them. You are then starving, so you end up in a theme restaurant eating kawai ("cute") food
You then visit the stores, buy a lot of stuff your child may or may not play with, wear, eat, etc.

You return to your stroller, which has been parked in the "lot" along with all of the others and make your way home.
In the end, it is all worth it, as right before she falls asleep in her stroller, your child looks up at you and says "mama, I liked my surprise"

Spring is Here

Last year I spent an afternoon viewing Bonsai with the old men who make up most of the practitioners of this most exacting art. This week, I switched sexes and spent my time viewing Ikebana with the older women who practice this most fragrant one at an exhibition. The selections were amazing - each one so painstakingly constructed; each vessel so different.

For someone like me who has not a green thumb, but rather the black thumb of death when it comes to anything growing, to even be interested in the art of Ikebana is a truly bizarre concept. Introduced by my friend Darla, I have grown to love not just viewing but creating as well. Every other Friday we gather with our Sensei and with our chosen selection of flowers, set about to create something beautiful.






The difference is obvious, but I have really learned to enjoy the process of creating an arrangement. I have started a collection of vases and after seeing the exhibit the other day, fear an obsession coming on. A longer list will accompany me on my flea market outings from now on, although I fear I will have to fight Celine over a particularly unusual find. (thanks to her for the photos of the exhibit- she was the one with the camera and she so generously shared them with me).

The Performance..

..went brilliantly. While a little hesitant at first seeing the many parents in the room (she sat on my lap for a bit), Ariana slowly got used to the idea and sat calmly with her class waiting for her turn to go on. Luckily, they were the first group after the intermission, and she bravely walked with her class up on stage, performed the three songs without a tear and walked off. She was really proud of herself and it showed the rest of the day as she kept singing the songs. Baba san and I were proud that she didn't let the many, many parents and kids from the other classes upset her and by the end of the recital was running around with some of the other kids.

I will be sorry to leave this school when we return to the states at the end of May (it's official). A most nurturing atmosphere, with an emphasis on cooperation, consideration and mutual respect, Ariana is growing into a sweet and lovely little girl. I hope we find the same nurturing atmosphere when we return.

The Dress Rehearsal

Ariana's class is performing in the spring show and we were invited for a preview. Checkout the little fireman...or should I say firegirl...I just hope real firefighters aren't so fussy with their hats..

What to do, what to do

I just read about the study done in the UK that found even one glass of alcohol a day increased a woman's chances for certain types of cancer.

So let me get this straight.

If I don't drink I am more likely to have a heart attack and if I do I'm more likely to get cancer.

Oh, just shoot me now........

Dumplings, Part 2 and 3

On the Sunday following the party, we all went to Yokohama for the Chinese New Year parade. Dragons, dancing women, kings, queens and jesters made their way down the street, stopping to pose for pictures and say hello to the children.



After seeing the woman in the restaurant window making perfectly shaped dumplings, Wenjun and I decided to continue to try on Tuesday. Since she had a lot of filling and dough left over from the party, we only had to roll, stuff and steam our way to a delicious snack.

So we thought.

We rolled, we stuffed, we steamed. As we tasted them, they seemed ok. I brought some already steamed home for dinner and had another batch to put in the freezer for later.

To heat, I put them in the microwave. Big mistake. I served them. Bigger mistake. Arny was not happy. According to Wenjun, John was not happy either.

Last night I steamed the ones' we bought from the restaurant and just for the fun (or torture) of it, I steamed a few of the one's we made that were in the freezer.

It is official.

I cannot make dumplings.

Yet.

I will keep trying.

There is no such thing as fortune cookies in China....

.........but there are dumplings. Many, many dumplings. I got the chance to make them Saturday night at a Chinese new year party given by friends Wenjun and John. Standing with a few of her friends, I marveled at the speed in which they rolled out each little circle of dough and even tried my hand at filling and shaping the delicious morsels.
Dumpling making is a family affair, with various members taking on different tasks, based on their particular skill. As these women shared their own family's methods, I stood quietly, soaking it all in, trying to remember something so communal in my family. I couldn't. The cooking that went on in my house during holidays was solely my mother and grandmother's responsibility, with the rest of the family called only when the meal was ready. As I got older, I helped, but I can't remember us working on the same dish at the same time.

Though, I do have fond memories of the baba-san family "Apple Butter Festival" where family and friends spent the entire day making apple butter and trying not to get stung by the yellow jackets buzzing around the apple press. Driving down to Delaware from New York, we never got there early enough for the start, arriving only as the huge, black kettle was already over the fire, the smell of apples greeting us as we pulled up. We all took turns mixing the apples with the paddle and listened carefully as the more experienced members debated the amount of cinnamon to add. While we waited, we talked about what had happened in the year since the last get-together. Finally it was ready and everyone went into action, an assembly line forming to pour the butter into jars and then screwing both parts of the lid on tight.


Of course the best part was several weeks later, as I dipped my knife into the almost finished jar, remembering the wonderful day down in Delaware.....

Beans. Beans, Beans

Today all over Japan people celebrate Setsuben by throwing beans to chase away the evil spirits shouting "oni wa soto, fuku wa uchi ( Evil is out, good luck is within) or Oni wa uchi, fuku wa uchi (evil is within, good luck is within").

Usually the man of the house(see above) puts on a demon mask and runs around chasing the others in the house, while they throw beans at him. I did and had much fun, while Ariana was too shocked at her parents behaving so silly to get up and join in. Once she recovered, she did repeat the words just like she learned in Japanese class.

Tess just ate the beans.

So much for cultural enrichment..........