You know, it might be cool here in Australia right now, but I would still eat one of these in a heartbeat.
Melon popsicles were one of the things that I loved when I visited Japan. There was a little package of them that came with six melon pops – three green and three pink, with the flavours of honeydew and watermelon. They had little chocolate chips as ‘seeds’, dusted over the melon slice; dark chocolate chips for the watermelon, and white for the honeydew.
They are one of the first treats that I bought while I was over there, so they kinda hold a special little place in my heart. As a result, I just had to make my own little take on melon popsicles in Second Life!
Teleport to Sanu to pick up a melon popsicle today!
Another day, another lunch. I think I’m in the mood for some cruskits, topped with some tuscan salami and some fresh, juicy tomato, sprinkled over with a touch of salt to draw out the sweetness of it… then perhaps a slither or two of delicious, firm Australian feta, or a few salty green olives stuffed with pimento.
I love food. I love even more the describing of food, as if the tasting of it were but one part of the entire experience. The way the mouth can water with anticipation, with deep and abject desire to take a bite out of even the most common delicacy… mmmmm. Even the most basic food can become to seem as one fit for the gods.
The way teeth slice through the flesh of a fruit, experiencing that first burst of flavour as the juice splatters onto the tongue, rending chunks with such childish glee as eyes slip closed in sweet reverie… that just begins to describe an apple. Apples are one of those things I cycle back and forth with – taking some time away from to approach again, only to learn over and over the simple delight of consuming either red or green varieties.
But I will not fall into a death-like slumber, no: I have no evil step-mother to name of, nor anyone I am aware of who would do me such justice as to kill me with a fairy-tale fate. Would my sweet prince come to free me from the prison of my body? Would my husband’s lips free the chunk of apple, so that I may breathe again unhindered?
This morning I did the final few sketches in what is my first real completed cover to cover (though I do only draw on one side of the paper) sketchbook. Yes – good, bad, inbetween, from rough to refined, it goes from cover to cover with sketches by me and I haven’t torn out one single page. How’s that for progress?
Its funny, you know… I can’t wait to get into the next one. I have another little sketchbook the same size and make as the first, but with green pages… and I have a green pen… it hasn’t had one thing drawn in it yet and I am itching to go. While I have started in other small sketchbooks like the first, I haven’t yet completed them. One has a focus – I have to come back to it. Another I started to draw in, but it hasn’t taken off yet. This little green one though, it hasn’t been touched, and is therefore just full of ready-to-go potential.
I’m really happy with the little sketchbook… I have to say, some of the pages are just pure ‘bleh’ but going through it as a whole, it has something special. Perhaps it is just because it reflects the meandering trail of my thoughts – I actually find my flittering thought patterns to be interesting to map throughout it. Cherries here, berries there… a rabbit over here, then another further along… one thing fascinates me, then as quick as its come I am onto something else… though believe me when I say that when one thing is dropped away, another is taken up just as quickly and the first never strays all that far.
When I get a chance, I am going to go through and scan it for you all, and post it up on Flickr. I really have to through and put up all the images that I have put on this blog there as well, scan in some other things, put up photos of dandelions I promised ages back… I will get around to it, I promise.
In the meantime, enjoy this one extra page from the little sketchbook… I’m sure there will be many yet to follow.
Today it isn’t even really so much a sketch as a few words scrawled (quite prettily though) against the page of one of my mini sketch-books. I’ve skipped a page in between – it involved more cherries. In fact, those cherries the other day were so tasty that I need to go out and get some more.
What bought to mind this particular set of words? Probably my cat. We call Penny (she’s a lynx-point siamese cross) the Nom-nom monster… and I just love ‘nom’. Its so onomatopoeic. When it comes to cherries, I get to be a bit of a Nom-nom monster myself. I eat slow, by anyone’s standards, but cherries seem just to disappear when I have them. I’ll nibble delicately at the first few, savouring each wonderful plump, juicy fruit as the juices seep onto my tongue, spitting out the pip with much relish into a near-by empty coffee cup… and I believe that the rest are just as savoured and as slowly eaten, but I do seem to go through them oh so quickly. By my standards at least.
I think that the pace increases closer to the middle of the bag – slow to start off with, nibbling, savouring, suckling from them every last ounce of sweet delicious taste before sampling the next… then more quicker as they seem plentiful, descending to another slow and thoughtful processing once that middle peak has been surmounted, while nudging the more unworthy cherries to be eaten first, with the pinnacle of cherryness left to the very last.
I’ll say this about the Christmas season: I don’t want to go to the malls, or traverse the tightly bunched up crowds of mothers, screaming children, and teens with naught to do but hang out at the mall now that school is over… but a trip to the supermarket for cherries? I think I can manage that. Ok, off I go…
Delicious fresh cherries are just the most fantastic thing in the world to behold, are they not? For lack of ‘little’ drawing today, I threw that together as I ate my lunch: a whole little baggie of cherries.
I finally started sketching out something on a canvas, to paint in later. Its taken me a while to start up on that track again, buuuuut… it had to happen sooner or later. I won’t take a picture of my rough sketching for the start of that yet – it is hardly worth a mention (and I can’t be bothered to pick up a camera). That said… if I actually get my butt into my studio and get my hands all messy with paint, you might actually see it done some time this year. Here’s a hint though, to get you thinking… it may or may not include a certain owl.