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When I was in Thailand, coconuts and papayas were everywhere. I often bought ripend papayas from a local market near by where you could buy fresh vegetables and fruits at quite affordable prices. I remember the smell of ripend papayas was so irresistible there. Right after coming back from the market, I cored a half-cut papaya and always put my favorite coconut ice cream in it! That was my favorite treat on a hot day and it looked just like a lovely yummy boat floating on a tropical ocean! The combination of papaya and coconut is simply divine. These papaya coconut ice pops are reproduction of my favorite icy delight in Bangkok in a bit different form :)
This soup, a variation on "Dublin Coddle", I learned while working with an art gallery owner in Ireland - this is a standard stew/soup there for gatherings. Since my last name is Clancy, (Irish) I had to try this recipe at home. Well, after trying it once it's become my family's "go to" recipe for when we have lots of friends and family over for dinner. The longer this cooks the better it tastes so we can easily wait until everyone arrives whenever that may be. If more people are coming than previously expected I just add another potato and carrot to the soup and let it cook until ready to serve. It's a very adjustable soup. The dog character I drew here is a Soft-Coated Wheaten Terrier a breed originating in Ireland.
Better known as Forgotten Cookies, this recipe takes some patience... and forgetfulness! Make them in the evening, forget all about them, and enjoy them the next day (maybe even sneak one for breakfast, we won't tell anyone)!
This recipe is something my mother would make for me when I was little in our very small kitchen. I would wait up all night sitting in front of the oven until my mother shooed me away and sent me off to bed. The wait was always worth it, though! These simple meringue-styled delicacies are something to behold and once you've had one, you'll want at least three more.
My grand parents had a big persimmon tree in their yard. When I was little we would pick its beautiful jewel-like fruits together. My grandpa always told me to leave some fruits for birds. At the porch, we ate the freshly picked persimmons with hoji tea watching little birds pecking the leftover fruits still hanging from the tree branches. This time of year, whenever I see persimmons at a market, it reminds me of the lovely tea time with my grands.