Food to me is so much more than just a fuel. Throughout my life it has been an omnipresent thread, weaving its tastes and aromas with everyday mundane living and life’s more momentous events, making memories that bind each one of us together.
It has provided comfort, cemented relationships and forged friendships. It has bought joy, said sorry and I love you, sometimes all at the same time. It has helped celebrate, restored health and provided an income.
As a family we try to eat healthily but that doesn’t mean we don’t eat cakes and the odd bar of chocolate or two. A fatty piece of meat holds more appeal than a lean bit and I wouldn’t put anything on a slice of toast that wasn’t butter. What we don’t eat is highly processed food, including shop bought bread, or meat that has been intensively farmed and not treated with respect.
On occasions we make our own butter and yoghurt and we have a small smoker which we use mainly for smoking salmon which is a favourite breakfast combined with scrambled eggs. I have been a baker for a living, we have kept pigs, keep chickens and used to produce the most fabulous honey until my husband had an anaphylactic shock and despite having been treated for three years with regular bee venom injections he has been advised not to pick up his puffer again. That’s his excuse to make cider instead.
As a trained garden designer my other passion in life is my garden which brings me so much joy it is impossible to put in words. It lifts my spirit when I am down and sends me off into a whole different world. It is hard to explain and I hope some of you reading this will understand, it’s like when the local buzzard soars above me, I stop to watch and I am transported to a place I wish I could live in every day. And that’s why I don’t answer my mobile all the time.
Thank you for taking the time to read a bit about me and I hope you visit again. I write about our funny little lives in East Anglia, our daily struggles and victories and the glue that holds it all together, our food.