There’s something about a birthday these days that has me rummaging through memories for something I can’t quite put my finger on. Whispers of questions, dreamy, hazy smells of something important that I can’t quite remember have been making me itchy for a while, and I’ve had a yearning to go back to Wales, land of my mothers and my fathers, for months now. I’m Welsh. 100%. I’ve never had a…View Post
Thoughts beyond the podcast as I meet some of the most interesting people in the world of food and drink.
It’s not that I’m a miser of a cook. It’s not that I’m even particularly thrifty when I’m shopping – let me loose in Borough Market and watch my purse bleed. It’s just that since I’ve moved to the middle of nowhere, I’ve spent more of my time writing about peak oil and have begun to see supermarkets as the greatest evil of the modern world. So popping out to…View Post
I’ve sat at my desk since September 18th writing about climate change, peak oil, food education, food policy, food… and when did I last taste, smell, salivate over what I was writing? It’s all very well trying to save the planet, but when did I last write about chocolate? Well, today I went shopping. My youngest and I scooped up our presents in a record 25 minutes and then cruised…View Post
September 18th? Is that when I last wrote? That can’t be true. I’ve certainly thought about writing my blog most days between 18 September and now, but, well I’ve been busy. I’ve written half a book, umpteen articles, campaigns and bids, research documents and speeches since September 18th but blogging? Such a treat, such an act of unadulterated hedonism. The idea of writing for… what? I can barely write the…View Post