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I hate losing things. I don't lose them often so when I do, I take the loss pretty hard. It's also part of the reason why I practice frugality. The cheaper the value, the easier the recovery, right? When I lost my new headphones this week, I was quick to think, I don't deserve nice things but I just as quickly retracted. Accidents happen. And that argument doesn't hold up against the things that are considered priceless. Things like the free beauty of nature.



I've noticed, with slight contempt, that the major pastimes of my city are biking, hiking or walking through the park. It's very easy to chalk up these activities as ordinary or unstimulating. Especially in comparison to a beach party or amusement park. However, I have come to appreciate the serenity they seek.


I even encountered a friend fully decked out in riding regalia biking through the campus trails, the same campus he worked on; and he seems quite pleased. Now, that I am resting on Saturdays, I get it. You really can't buy this kind of peace.



The Victoria Esplanade is the hot spot for kid-laden families and seemed like the ideal spot to set the pace. It's a mix of gardens, playgrounds, train, golf course and river side benches. It's also a botanist's dream with a huge variety of fauna and flora labelled with accurate detail. This, however, only blesses your eyes for the three months of summer.


All beauty doesn't have to blossom simultaneously

And some beauty stands alone.

But there was an aim in mind. I heard of some sunflowers located close to He Ara Kotahi bridge. Not only does this bridge connect the Esplanade to Massey Research Land but apparently serves as a cute photoshoot area for some budding dancers. I saw some firebirds that Jordan Matter would be proud of.



The weather wasn't the best for what I had in mind, peeking every now and then behind the clouds. Just like the Teletubbies intro. Some one was laughing but it wasn't me. However, once the birds began their exodus I knew that my time was officially limited.



I won't bore you with the details of how long it took me to find this area - the number of cows I had the greet, the closed gates I encountered, the fences I wanted to climb, the signs I had to comply with or the tracks I had to re-walk. 


Just to skip pot holes, stand next to cow dung and shove my hand through barbwire to get these pictures. 


Perhaps this field belongs to a special project or the barricade is a simple safeguard from enthusiasts like myself. Because trust me, I was ready to come back and host a whole photoshoot. But these, are they turnips, were supposedly of utmost importance.

Today I thanked God for my Daddy's long hand genes. And even though the sun disappeared, the sunflowers knew exactly where to look and never stopped looking. May I learn to do the same.

Through the petals of another white flower




Joy is priceless!


This year I have committed to spending Saturdays broadening my horizons. Whether its a hike or day trip, I believe that time adequately spent doing activities outside of the realms of my study is necessary to keep my sanity. Especially as time is drawing closer to the completion of my thesis.


My adventures brought me to Blue Acres Blueberry Farm. During the summer, it's quite popular for farms to offer BYO picking for the opportunity to buy fresh fruit as well as share the experience with family and friends. This can range from strawberries to peaches and although not common to the Caribbean, carries similar significance to that of your neighbour bringing you a hand of bananas without notice.



This modest sized blueberry farm is located a couple miles outside of Palmerston North and within view of Te Apiti Wind Mill Farm. The only requirements are your buckets and some cash. It would probably serve you well to leave your pride at the door since it's no easy feat. 



I say all this in hindsight of course. I brought my camera but forgot my hat and sunscreen so you can imagine where my head was. Thankfully the owner kept a couple by the door to spare. Then, all we had to do was find a hedge and start collecting. As my friends sifted through the leaves, I took in the beauty of it all. Rows and rows of fruit and the delightful sounds of children chasing after butterflies. I half expected the Von Trapp family to pop out and burst into "Doe-A-Deer".



Of course, there were moments when the sun was exquisite and begged us to capture its luminance on our faces. The blueberries could wait right?



In other instances, we created those moments ourselves. I may not be a Gen Z but their ways are quickly rubbing off on me. I mean, there is something quite freeing and inspiring about being able to immortalize a moment simply using the elements of nature.


 I remember my birthdays of the past, being sent to the photo studio to mark the come of a new age. I was awfully shy and didn't enjoy them. But the spontaneity that the digital age offers us as self-declared photographers has certainly changed all that.


The blueberry picking itself requires skill - determining large, dark coloured berries from their waxy, sour counterparts, avoiding thorns and bugs who all had the right to be there. But perhaps the hardest task of all, keeping them in the container. 



Can I be honest? I hardly collected any berries. I just snacked off the tree, most of the time being rewarded with unripened fruit. I was completed distracted by every berry and flower, hoping to catch a different background, flower or bokeh to compliment the image I birthed in my mind.


 But hey, that's what happens when a photographer visits a blueberry farm. So I was grateful for friends who forced me to pause and enjoy the moment myself.



It's definitely a lovely activity for a Saturday to be followed by brunch but that's for another day. Until next Saturday.

I do love me some sushi. But it's not the most affordable meal in the world. Actually, if I was comfortable with raw fish I would have figured it out how to make it already. So I compromise and buy pocket friendly sushi from shops near to university that cater to students like myself. However, one day, I do aspire to order real sushi, prepared by a well decorated itamae. I also wish to be prepared to order confidently from the menu without the need to point at pictures. So why not practice now. Let's start with the basics. 

Main ingredients

Sushi - This actually refers to the sticky, vinegar rice part of the meal. However, it is commonly used to describe any dish involving fish, seaweed and rice.

Nori - Dried, flattened seaweed. Very unlikely you would have to use this word when ordering.

Gu - Any fish used whether cooked or raw

Roe - This is smelt roe or the eggs of smelt fish and usually served raw. They come in a variety of names and colours depending on the fish.  Masago is small and orange, it's found on the top of hosomaki or around uramaki. Tobiko are eggs sourced from flying fish. It doubles as caviar and if found in red orange, green and black.

Tempura - This one of the options for cooked fish if you are not a fan of raw texture. Shrimp or prawns are dipped in panko or cornflour batter and briefly fried. 

Special mention:

Unagi - Ross thought this was some deep Japanese meditation but it's just eel. Like octupus and squid it is often served cooked because the texture is too tight to appreciate raw.

Condiments

Gari Pickled Ginger - This final condiment is only used to cleanse the palate and should not be eaten with sushi but after.

Shoyu - Soy Sauce and I'm pretty sure they will be ok with me calling it that. Sushi is usually dipped for extra flavor but my uncouth self is always pour it over the rolls. Send help.

Wasabi  - Another condiment which is considered Japanese horseradish. What is horseradish you ask? Not ketchup for sure. It's a vegetable which belongs to the mustard and radish family and prepared into this very potent paste.  A little goes a long way so it's usually applied by brushing the chopsticks lightly along the surface of your sushi. Furthermore, its rarity means that cheap sushi shops are most likely using the adulterated version which is a mix of horseradish, green food colouring and mustard oil. 

Categories

Sashimi - This is served as sliced, raw fish and should be consumed in one bite. Options are not limited to Salmon and Tuna but may even include Yellowtail, snapper and mackerel. The best cut is considered the fatty area of the fish.

Nigiri - Slice of raw fish over rice. This is also eaten in one bite. If you are using soy sauce, you should dip it fish side down so that it soaks into the flesh.

Maki (Norimaki) - This refers to the type of sushi that we know and love. It is named after the bamboo mat (makisu) that is used to roll the nori around the rice and filling. Maki is usually sliced into 5 or  6 pieces depending on the type as we will see below. It is acceptable to finish these in more than one bite.

Hosomaki - Uses one or two items as filling, rolled tightly and served as tall rolls.

Futomaki - Contains a larger filling but may feature vegetarian options.

Temaki - This was my favourite back in undergrad. The sushi is rolled into a beautiful ice cream cone with a filling that is consumed in a couple bites just  like an ice cream.

Uramaki -  Is considered a westernized version where the rice and nori switch places and sprinkled with a finished touch of black sesame seeds. A popular example of this is the California Roll.

Inari - This is sushi (rice) stuffed into a deep fried tofu pocket, topped with black sesame seeds. I tasted it for the first time NZ and was pleasantly surprised. The tofu is well marinated and juicy so there is a burst of flavor to enjoy.

Chirashi - This is sushi in a bowl but hardly found outside of Japan.

Oshizushi - Served in angular form, this sushi comprised of pressed rice with a layer of roe, sashimi or tempura shrimp secured with seaweed string.


Would love to mention beverages but will leave that for when I visit a fancy restaurant. Thanks to Trip Savvy for most of the information listed here.


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