Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

  • Hello everyone 🙂 It’s a bit late, I know, but I thought it would be good to write something for book week this year. This year the book week theme was “Dreaming with eyes open” which got me thinking about how daydreams can present a varying array of thoughts and ideas- good, bad, confusing, and everything in between. Instead of allowing myself to use as many words as I pleased, I set a limit of only 400 words; an extremely inconvenient amount when trying to put together a compelling story. That’s why this piece of writing may seem a bit on the rushed side. Enjoy!

    Falling- A 400 word story

    My eyes sting.

    They sting like burning coals on bare arms and sanitiser on fresh cuts.

    My frozen-with-long-exposure-to-freezing-wind hands sting too, but not as much as my eyes.

    “Oh dear me.”

    A voice from next to me drawles,

    “It looks as though we’ve had a spot of bad weather, doesn’t it Miranda?”

    I’d say.

    I’m standing, rigid, atop TinderVall tower, one of Queen Thyra of Eversovern’s many purposeless but stunningly designed structures.

    Why am I standing atop a building so high and isolated?

    Well.

    A short while ago, Queen Thyra decided that guards would need to be set to patrol the skies from enemies after she had lost her husband in an unpredicted air attack from neighbouring kingdoms.

    What happened was still fresh in the kingdom’s hearts.

    Thats where people like me come in, those who are gifted because of their long-ago relatives.

    Relatives who were fairies.

    Faeries who passed down wings that look like miniature ones that belong on the backs of angels and gave us the title “Hawksegals.”

    But Hawksegals must be trained by mentors- mine being a Hanamunan called Mr Nightingale.

    Hanamunans are animals with human traits; they walk upright, talk and lead quite civilised lives.

    Mr Nightingale in particular is a fox whose tweed suits are immaculately tailored to fit his nimble body and holds a brass cane with great sophistication.

    Mr Nightingale dips his brow, poised as ever.

    “Miss Miranda, when I say jump, jump. Alright? Let’s get this over with quickly.”

    I forget to blink in consfusion, adding to the pain in my eyes.

    “Sorry? You know I haven’t been able to fly before.”

    He taps his cane against the roof tiling and looks down his pointed nose.

    “I do. That is why you must hope with every fibre of your being that the snow below us will break your fall.”

    When Mr Nightingale says you must do something, an unexplainable force makes you abide by his words.

    “So,”

    He says, so wicked yet innocent.

    “Remember that flying is a journey,

    His amber eyes dig into me.

    “And that falling is inevitable at times. Well then, cheerio, off you go.”

    Mr Nightingale grips his cane.

    “Hold on a second, sir! You can’t actually be seri-“

    A sharp prod in my back and my feet stumble.

    A mangled scream chokes on fear and I plummet

    Down

    Down

    Down,

    Falling through the air.

  • Pickling daikon may take a couple of days but I promise it’s worth the wait. You’ll be amazed at how much umami and saltiness this Japanese vegetable can absorb. Plus, it makes a wonderful side to a steaming bowl of white rice!

    Pickled Daikon
    Whenever I make pickles, I know they’ll go quickly because my husband Ben is a pickle addict. Asking him to wait at least two days before he can dump a pile of pickled daikon onto his bowl of rice is like asking ice cream lovers to wait until summer to enjoy this sweet treat.

    Not fair.

    Because it’s so hard to keep a jar of pickles intact in my kitchen, I can tell you this pickled daikon radish can technically be enjoyed after just 3 hours of sitting in the refrigerator. However, the flavor won’t be nearly as good so if you can wait for a little longer, do so.

    When it’s ready, pour yourself a glass of cold sake and take a bite. Holy molly, garlicky but oh so yummy!! Spicy garlic meets savory in these umami-filled daikon radish bites, with a touch of sweetness that hits at the very end. The taste lingers in your mouth and though it is quite strong, it is also very satisfying.

    What Is Daikon?
    Daikon is a Japanese radish that is long, white, and has a crunchy texture. It’s unique from many other root vegetables because of its specific flavour profile being super sweet and peppery. You can find them at your local Asian grocery store. Japanese daikon radish can often be found in salads, soups, and other Japanese dishes.

    Ingredients For Pickled Daikon
    Daikon: Make sure you peel the outside part of the daikon well otherwise you may end up with very crunchy and bitter exterior. One easy way to find out how far to peel the daikon skin is to cut one end and look at the inside. You should see an outer ring that’s a bit whiter than the inside, which can sometimes be quite thick – that’s the part you want to peel.
    Soy sauce: Regular Japanese soy sauce such as Kikkoman or Yamasa. Japanese soy sauces are more complex in flavor which is why I’m being specific.
    Light soy sauce: I’m using a little light soy sauce because of its saltier taste. But it’s not absolutely necessary to use it. If you only have regular soy sauce available, please go ahead and use that.
    Rice wine vinegar: Plain rice vinegar or apple cider vinegar can also be used.
    Mirin: A little mirin to add some sweetness.
    Garlic: One crushed raw garlic clove adds a little sweetness and spiciness.
    Water: Some cold water to dilute the flavors and bring a nice balance.

    Additional Ingredients To Explore With
    There are more than several ways to make pickling liquid depending on what you want your desired outcome to be. For these specific pickles you can:

    Add red chili to add heat.
    Add gochugaru (Korean chili pepper flakes) to add smokiness and heat. If you love a good Korean side dish, banchan style, I suggest adding 1 tablespoon of gochugaru.
    Swap the rice vinegar for white vinegar for a more tart flavor.
    Add white sugar to sweeten the pickles.
    Kosher salt or table salt for a saltier taste.

    You can also use other vegetables such as carrots, celery, zucchini, bell peppers, or regular radish, for this recipe. The pickle brine works well for just about everything!

    How To Pickle Daikon
    Start by prepping your ingredients.
    Gather all of your kitchen tools and ingredients.
    Mix all the ingredients for the pickling liquid in a bowl and stir well.
    Put the daikon slices in a large storage bag and add the pickling liquid.
    Gently move the liquid around so it coats all daikon pieces and let the air out of the storage bag before sealing it shut.
    Refrigerate for at least 2 days and up to 1 week for a stronger taste.

    These pickled daikon radishes pair well with a variety of side dishes and are also really delicious with Japanese fried rice (yakimeshi), as a condiment for banh mi sandwiches, or as a topping for bibimbap.

  • “Lucy! Lucy, where are you?”

    I saunter through the hallway of my house, glancing into each room as I pass by.

    My converse squeak against the honeyed timber boards, their all star symbols peaking out from the inner sides of my shoes.

    Photos stuck to the walls smile down at me.

    “Lucy duck?”

    The light spring breeze winds around my arms like the long gloves that ladies wear in old movies.

    The sun glows shyly outside, lighting up the windows.

    “Where are you, Lucy Duck?”

    I call, poised for a grunt or a rumbling squawk.

    Most people in my class at school have dogs or cats or little yellow canaries that can speak.

    But not me.

    I have Lucy.

    Lucy is a duck.

    A duck whom I can’t find at the moment.

    I think back to the events of the day.

    Ian, my little brother, had gotten annoyed at Lucy’s duck-ish sounds that she makes when she’s happy.

    She loves spring weather- it makes her excitable.

    Ian had gotten fired up and started rambling threats of eating Lucy one day.

    Fancy eating someone as cute as Lucy!

    I turn right sharply and go into my room.

    I smack down onto my bed.

    “Whoompf!”

    A thick layer of blankets and pillows envelope me.

    Ian us being far more quiet than normal, and Lucy is nowhere to be found.

    Mum and dad are out for lunch with their friends.

    It’s oddly quiet.

    Well, apart from the some slight sounds of drawers opening and shutting and spoons clanking from the kitchen.

    Hold on.

    The noises are coming from the kitchen.

    I think back to what Ian had said earlier.

    I’ll eat that blasted duck one day! Just you see!”

    A thought starts to form in my head.

    It fits together, makes perfect sense.

    Which is a bad thing.

    “Lucy!”

    I shout and jump up.

    I skid out of my room, banging my side on the doorframe.

    “Ian! Lucy!”

    My heart thuds violently, threatening to to escape from my chest.

    My shoes scream against the floorboards as I whirl around a corner and stand upright but panting in the door of the kitchen.

    My eyes are thunderous, peering around the room excpectantly.

    Ian is standing in front of the oven with heat mittens on, looking stunned.

    A guilty tinge marks his face, hiding from underneath an “all good” expression.

    “Hi!”

    He says, happily enough.

    I look around frantically before my gaze settles on Ian.

    He leans slightly against the closed oven door.

    “What are you doing?”

    His smile falters slightly.

    “Nothing really, just cooking lunch.”