Food! Glorious food!

Standing in the vegie patch I stared at the cabbages with impatience. I tugged my beanie down over my ears and stomped my gumboot.

“Well... When?”

My father then began his speech, tapping the top of the cabbage and talking about hearts, hardness, sun, rain... The rain soaked the cabbages but Dad’s words could not penetrate my grumpiness.

The huff disappeared several weeks later when we sat down to eat Mock Chow Mein, made from our own cabbage! I had helped of course, shooing the chickens out of the garden when they “flew” over the fence, washing and chopping the vegetables and setting the table.

From a very young age food has been an important part of my life, in all stages of production, and oh how I love to eat! A fact which is attested to by the fact that my clothes never fit well for very long.

Which is why I am writing this;

- I need a reason not to just stick to my favourites.

- Food is the only thing I can talk about constantly without getting even slightly bored!

- I need to write because I feel like maybe I’m a writer trapped in an English teacher’s body, and I can’t let my enthusiasm for writing and reading continue to stagnate under my “work”.

I am committing myself to a minimum of two and a maximum of three blogs per week.

I am allowed to talk about anything I like to do with food at any stage of development.