Posted at 6:37 am
Last week I expressed my joy at watching an elderly gentleman actually take the time to savour his food. I nattered on for a while about how we should all follow suit and eat slower. But I didn’t actually give very good (or scientific for that matter) reasons for doing so. This is where I rectify that. Consider this as ‘slow food ramblings part two’ or ‘why we would be crazy to not slow down at meal times’. After some extensive research (well if previous discussions with naturopaths, personal experience, ‘scientific observations’ of others and twenty minutes on Google yesterday counts as extensive), I’ve drawn up what I believe to be the three ‘main’ benefits or ‘goals’ of slow eating. This excludes reaping enjoyment from what we eat as a) I talked about it for far too long last week (sorry about that) and b) if you work to reap these three benefits, then the enjoyment will should come naturally. Unless you find some warped pleasure in devouring your meal as though it was your first and if that’s the case, I can’t help you. Because what we’re aiming to do is treat it as your last, savour every last mouthful and enjoy the heck out of it. Continue reading
Posted at 7:36 pm
There is an elderly gentleman who frequents my work a few times a week. His order is exactly the same, rain or shine. Two slices of raisin toast, lathered with copious amounts of butter on both sides, as soon as they come out of the oven, and then run out to him whilst they are still piping hot. His face breaks into the biggest crooked smile when you present the plate of hot, melty-buttery toast to him and you just know that it has made his day. Even when work’s frantic and you’ve hardly got time to breath, let alone be fussed trying to butter both sides of the toast without dropping it or smearing butter all down your front, it’s worth the effort just to see his reaction. And after observing this gentleman for a number of weeks, I’ve reached the conclusion that most of his enjoyment lies in the process of eating the toast. Relishing every mouthful. Continue reading
Posted at 8:15 pm
I’m currently on my way back from Melbourne, so rather than penning a post about waste I thought I’d take this opportunity to alert you to a page I created over the weekend. My dear ol’ iPhone 3 is on it’s last legs and rather temperamental these days, so using it for any lengthy period is a recipe for angst, but I digress. If you lift your eyes up to the menu, you’ll see that the page titled ‘waste’ is still there. Yeah, yep you’ve seen that before. So what’s this crazy lady going on about? Well, if you hover your mouse over the ‘waste’ a little subtitle will drop down. That, my friends, is where all of my ramblings/rants/goings on about all things related to food waste have relocated to. If you actually click on the ‘waste’, it’ll take you to a page with a fantastic visual summary about food waste in Australia. How about that? Continue reading
Posted at 7:47 pm
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
Posted at 8:53 pm
Okay. Right. Here goes. *Deep breath in* I feel that it is time to spill the beans on one of my not-so endearing traits. I am a perfectionist. And not just any bog-standard perfectionist. I am on the extreme end of the spectrum. The end that leads to slightly lunatic break downs when things don’t turn out, well for lack of a better word, perfectly. Strangely, it was something I used to be proud of. Until I realised how much it was controlling my life. But hey, this post isn’t meant to be a miserable one – just a warning to anyone who is guilty of the trait themselves, don’t let it consume you. It’s not fun.
Now that I am learning to control urges such as studying frenetically from the point of getting out of bed in the morning to getting back in in the evening (sad, I know), it is actually quite funny to look back on seemingly ‘disastrous’ situations and my reactions to them. Particularly those that took place in the kitchen. Continue reading