Passionate about food

We’re all passionate about food given the chance. Deciding what to eat; deciding where to eat–if we’re lucky enough to be able to afford to eat out.

Who wouldn’t rather eat wholesome home grown food rather than processed homogenised re-formed crap? The thing is most of us don’t think about it. We scarf down hamburgers and fries from cheerful chain restaurants, and yes, they taste mmmm, delicious!

But we seldom think about the reality of what’s in the hamburger we’ve eaten, and we don’t think about the devastation of the rain forrests to graze more beef cattle, or the suffering the animals have to go through before being turned into quarter pound beef patties. Likewise, we eat sausage and eggs without thinking about how the pigs have lived prior to slaughter, or the lives of the battery chickens that provide the majority of the eggs we eat. And who really knows what damage genetically manipulated crops will leave us with in the years to come?

Here’s a chap who has thought about it. Not only is he 11 years old but he provides a more cogent argument for change than I can. I hope he succeeds. Sincerely.


Bless my cotton socks!

I stumbled upon this picture while hoovering – literally as I fell over an old box which looked worthy of exploration. I almost remember my dad taking it (definitely with a Rollei): it was in the garden of our first house in Kensington, London.

It looks like I’d been crying, which I used to do a lot, though I can’t remember the reasons. Off the top of my adult head it was probably because I was spoilt rotten and wanted to do – or have – something, and hadn’t been given permission. 🙂

In the same box I also found a bundle of short stories I wrote yonks ago, which should make entertaining reading for the long, windy, rain-sodden June evenings we’re having.