Chocolate Date Energy Balls

Portland spring. The shiso pushing up. The first cherry blossoms on Mt Tabor. The newsletter Sunday morning. Three hundred words about the way the kombu releases its flavor in cold water overnight. The piece took four hours. The piece is what it needed to be.

Miya, 10, can shape onigiri without falling apart. She uses wet hands. She knows the order without being told. I called Ken in Sacramento. The pauses are longer now. I asked about the daikon. He told me, slowly, about the recent harvest. He grew six. They were perfect.

Shiso pesto with garden shiso. The leaves blitzed with pine nuts and miso and oil. The unexpected combination. The Pacific Northwest in the Japanese pantry.

I sat at the kitchen window with my tea. The garden was the garden.

Tomi watered the garden Saturday morning. The shiso was head-high. The shishito peppers were producing. The kabocha was running on the fence.

The neighbor's dog barked at nothing for twenty minutes Sunday afternoon. The neighbor apologized. I told him I had been writing through it and the white noise was helpful. He laughed.

A panic flicker Tuesday evening, brief, manageable. I breathed. I drank water. I went outside and walked around the block. The flicker passed. The body did its work.

Sunday farmers market in the rain. The vendors knew me. The Hood River apple stand had honeycrisps. I bought four pounds.

I read for an hour Sunday night. A book of essays by a Korean-American writer about food and grief. I underlined a paragraph that said exactly what I had been trying to say in the newsletter for months.

A reader sent me a handwritten card this week. Her grandmother had cooked Japanese food in 1970s Boise. She had felt alone in it. The newsletter, she wrote, made her feel less alone. I taped the card to the wall above my desk.

Therapy Tuesday. We talked about the wedding. We talked about Barbara. We talked about Fumiko. The hour passed. The work continues.

Miya's old room is now my office. The desk is by the window. The shiso outside. The newsletter in progress. The afternoons are quiet.

I cleaned the kitchen Sunday afternoon. Wiped the counters. Reorganized the drawer where the chopsticks live. Sharpened the knife. The reset was the reset.

The cat was the cat. Mochi at fifteen sleeps most of the day. She still eats with enthusiasm. She still sits at the kitchen window watching the back garden.

I drove to Uwajimaya Wednesday. Kombu, bonito flakes, white miso, a small bag of mochiko for tomorrow's project. The store smells like home.

Yoga Tuesday morning. The studio in Sellwood. Eight students. The class was the class.

I made onigiri for tomorrow's lunch. Three triangles. Salted plum in the center. Wrapped in nori. The cling wrap. The drawer where I keep them. The system.

I wrote at the kitchen table from six to eight. The newsletter was forming. The opening sentence was the hard sentence — they always are. I rewrote it five times. The fifth time was the right time.

I texted Miya a photo of the shiso. She texted back a heart and a single word: home.

The rain in long sheets Tuesday afternoon. I made tea. I watched it from the porch. The cottonwoods on the next block were silver in the wet.

Miya is in elementary school. The Saturday Japanese school continues. She still complains. She is still going.

The newsletter went out Sunday morning. The opening line took an hour. The piece took five. The piece was what it needed to be.

The shiso pesto came together on a Tuesday—the leaves blitzed, the miso folded in, the pine nuts giving it body—and afterward I had dates and cocoa left on the counter from a project I’d never finished. These chocolate date energy balls are what I make when I want my hands busy and my mind still: no heat, no timer, nothing that can go wrong. I set them on the counter next to the pesto and texted Miya a photo. She texted back a single word.

Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 0 min | Total Time: 15 min (plus 30 min chill) | Servings: 16 balls

Ingredients

1 cup Medjool dates, pitted (about 10–12 dates)
1 cup old-fashioned rolled oats
3 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
3 tablespoons almond butter (or peanut butter)
2 tablespoons honey or maple syrup
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1/4 teaspoon fine sea salt
2 tablespoons mini chocolate chips (optional)
2 tablespoons unsweetened shredded coconut, for rolling (optional)

Instructions

Soak the dates. If your dates are firm, soak them in warm water for 5 minutes, then drain and pat dry. This ensures a smooth, cohesive dough.
Process the base. Add the pitted dates to a food processor and pulse until they form a rough paste, about 30 seconds. Add the oats, cocoa powder, almond butter, honey, vanilla, and salt. Process until the mixture comes together into a sticky, uniform dough, about 1 minute. If it seems too dry, add 1 teaspoon of water at a time.
Add mix-ins. Transfer the dough to a bowl. Fold in the mini chocolate chips by hand if using.
Roll the balls. With lightly dampened hands—wet hands, the way Miya shapes onigiri—scoop about 1 tablespoon of dough and roll between your palms into a smooth ball. Roll in shredded coconut if desired. Repeat with remaining dough to make about 16 balls.
Chill. Arrange on a parchment-lined plate or tray. Refrigerate for at least 30 minutes to firm up. Store in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to 2 weeks.

Nutrition (per serving)

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