New Year, new leaves, new brooms, and all that. And for the past year and a half, a new life. I’m now living much closer to the food I eat, and the people who produce it. It has become personal.

I used to find supermarkets a useful bore, convenient but sterile. It was comfortably impersonal, like being a Londoner on the Tube. Which I was. Now I live in earshot of sheep, and walk past apple orchards and cabbage fields, and the supermarket is utterly alien: I feel overwhelmed and bullied. So I got off the Tube, and into a muddy taxi where I chat with the driver.

This is my response, my awakening, my back-to-basics. You are what you eat. I don’t want to be characterless, remote, standardised, artificially preserved and cling-wrapped for freshness. I want to be knobbly.

The thoughts offered here may be half-baked – but at least I baked them myself.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: