This piece technically isn’t about food waste, however I felt compelled to post it, regardless.
Boy has the lead up to my sisters 18th birthday been an ordeal and a half. A high stress exercise. Not to mention time consuming. You would think that with it being at the forefront of conversation I would have had her present and card lined up weeks ago. Yet, in light of everything else, that small matter has somehow slipped my mind. Oops. Looks like I’ll be making a late-night dash out to the shopping centre sometime soon. So if we haven’t been focused on presents – the logical issue – then what on earth have we been arguing about discussing? Food of course. My darling princess of a sister recently put forward her ‘birthday menu’. That’s right, not just a nice birthday dinner and cake, but a whole weeks worth of meals. She’s not asking for much is she? And, I momentarily took leave of my senses, stupidly agreeing to fulfill her wishes. I think I have a death wish. You see, my sister has high standards when it comes to food. Well, more specifically her favourite foods. They have to be prepared ‘just right’ and according to her – sometimes obscure – interpretations. But the thing is I don’t have a big problem with the menu in itself. Just one dish in particular. The prize jewel of any birthday. The cake. Continue reading

