Sometimes I think that I exist in a parallel universe.
No, wait. That’s wrong.
Sometimes I think that a parallel universe exists within me…
I spend a lot of time with food.
Researching it. Thinking about it…
Growing it…harvesting it…
Preparing it, cooking it, eating it!
Like many people, trying to stay / be ‘healthier’ with it.
I suspect it would be healthier for my mind to simply be more relaxed about it….
So in the mornings I carefully prepare my days meals. Organically grown. Cooked ( and photographed!) with love….
( that’s b***ocks for a start. Mostly cooked with impatience and boredom at this end of the season, and a strong desire to sit down and watch the tele instead…)
In little glass pots and jars, I place in my basket ripe, soft tomatoes cooked with onions and the best olive oil. Snowy stewed apples. Piquant, caraway seeded sauerkraut. Diced cucumbers. Organic, unhomogenised milk. Crisp seeded oatcakes. A ripe banana.
I carry it all carefully to the car to be my good sustenance for the day.
Then I go back inside and eat a supermarket toasted white muffin with a fried egg on top.
( Sometimes, when I have eaten too much ‘slightly less than healthy’ food in a day I panic.
-All those lovely vegetables!!
— All that time growing and cooking!
— So then I eat as much as I can of that too.)
…..Then I have to go and have a lie down in a darkened room.