Do you have a favorite color? Usually I cop out and say that all of the colors are my favorite (yes, even brown!), but if I search deep into the depths of my soul…I’d have to say that I’m quite partial to pistachio. There’s just something happy about that creamy green hue. And the nuts, don’t get me started on pistachio nuts; I’m clearly obsessed with them as documented here, here, here, and here.
Somehow, pistachios have just found a way into my life. I’m not too sure if I first became obsessed with the nut or the color, but pistachios are definitely here to stay. My KitchenAid is a lovely shade of pistachio and recently I found some pistachio colored notebooks at the utterly charming everything-you-could-ever-want general store, Tokyu Hands.
Do you guys remember the good old high school days when notes were a thing? I’d pretend to be taking notes and listening attentively, but really I would really be writing notes to my bestie. We had codes for the boys we thought were cute: Eeyore was the not so creative moniker for an emo boy I was obsessed with and “The Golden One” was what we named the most popular boy in school. We’d fold up notes in elaborate origami shapes and pass them to each other in the halls between class. It’s funny because we’d spend hours talking on our walks to and from school and on the phone after school, but notes were still definitely a thing.
Now kids are more into texting and snapchat, so it warms my heart to see so many people in Japan who still physically write things down with pen and paper. At the beginning of every year, you’ll see a mad rush of people lining up to buy agendas. Yup, they still use little pocket agendas to schedule their days. I haven’t gone that far – I don’t think I could live without Google Calendar, but I do fawn over notebooks.
I’m kind of a weird mix between old school and new: I write a blog, so most of my work is done on the computer, but I’m a huge sucker for analogue things. I have a thing for paper and pen, my beloved Smith Corona typewriter (with pistachio accents), handwritten letters, and notebooks of all shapes and sizes.
Mike spotted a particularly perfect one for me the other day: it literally said “Pistachio Life Notebook” on the cover. I had to have it, but the aforementioned crazy agenda buying lines were a little too long for me. We left the notebook behind thinking that we’d just head back and pick it up another day, but that turned out to be bad planning on my part because the next time we went back the notebooks were nowhere to be found. And even worse, every time we came back they were still sold out! Finally, after multiple trips and no pistachio notebooks in sight, I spotted a lonely only with a slightly bent corner.
I broke out my rusty Japanese to ask a nice clerk passing by if they had any more and after a few minutes in the back, he came out holding a giant bundle. I politely asked for two. He must’ve noticed how I was looking longingly at the pile of pristine, unbent books and somehow knew exactly what I was thinking: he gestured at the bent book I had in my hand and mimed exchanging it with him for a new one. “New?” he asked. “Hai! Arigato gozaimasu!” I totally wanted to break out into a thankful bow, but I think that would have been a little much. What can I say? I’m obsessed with notebooks, especially pistachio ones!
Considering my pistachio obsession, it’s pretty funny that I forgot to take photos of these little jars with the pistachios. But, as you can see, they are still a wonderful shade of green thanks to the matcha creme. These guys are quick to put together and are utterly tasty: layers of flaky puff pastry, creamy matcha pastry cream, sweet raspberries and, of course, pistachios!
credits; http://iamafoodblog.com/