Would I like to write? Yes, I would. But what to write about?
I really like to eat, and I like to make food, and talk about food, and look at food, and think about food. So maybe I should write about food?
I’m just a student. Neither laden with cash, nor well versed in the peculiarities of fine dining. Although, I did eat at Bistro Guillaume last year. Fabulous. I was so mesmerised by the whole vibe of the thing that I got lost trying to find my way out of the unbelievably sumptuous-yet-not-gaudy bathrooms.
So, it seems that all I have to write about is the food I eat day to day in the course of my normal life, and what it means to me.
I realise that food, good produce, and all things seasonal is extremely on trend at the moment. But I can give honest assurance that I have loved food my whole life. From the early years when I nicked frozen white bread from the Westinghouse with my brother after school, to delighting in the pre-packed and decidedly rubbishy nature of plane food on a long haul flight not so long ago – that glee also shared with my brother. Throughout my life food has been a constant. Well obviously, otherwise I’d be dead. But you see what I’m saying? I love to eat.
I’m also aware that meanderings on food and life have been penned before. You know, letting your personal trials and tribulations intermingle with tales of Sao biscuits and Ol’ Smoothy cheese. Was that book called Toast? But so be it, I’m going to do it again.
To kick off I’ll tell you what I ate today. I started with muesli topped with strawberries (so good right now) and yoghurt, with extra cinnamon and sesame seeds (did you know cinnamon can help lower your blood sugar?). And a cup of coffee. I had to shake the milk first because it’s that heavenly, old fashioned organic stuff and the cream floats to the top. I don’t mind. It reminds me of all that cow milking and carrying of gorgeous silver buckets that I never did in my childhood.
I’m currently on uni holidays and so I’ve been home at mum’s in the country a fair bit. I’m on a train back there right now. I was only in Melbourne a few days, reluctantly. I like to spend my study break pretending I live full time at home on the farm.
My brother bought the muesli supplies while I was away at home, AND did a load of washing. Fancy!
I bought some salad at a swanky supermarket (the ‘s’ in swanky being optional) just near our place in Melbourne this morning. I’ve got it with me in a plastic container on the train. I’m hungry, but I’m afraid it will stink the whole carriage out. Maybe a heap of people will get off at the next ‘regional centre’ and I can eat freely. Or maybe I need to recover the boldness of my youth, when I was undeterred by the sulpher like aroma eminating from my lunch box. Mmm…egg sarnies!
My auntie is picking me up from the train station, I’ll have to ask her to swing by the supermarket so I can grab dinner supplies for mum and I before we leave town for the hour long drive home. Perhaps a piece of salmon and salad? I might have to buy a blue cooler bag.
Worst luck. The train is still full of people. Don’t they know I have a container of store bought tabbouleh to devour and critique? Hang it, I think I’ll risk it.
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