Feeding and Dying

Food and feeding has always been fairly complex for me. Which is why I’ve had trouble with my weight as far back as I can remember, and why I have placed such importance on cooking for others and providing for them, as well as wondering where my next meal is coming from.

Rejection and Chicken Soup

I’m an omnivore (natch) but I keep an eye out for vegan recipes because of one of my daughters. This is the daughter who lives with her dad when she is not at uni.

That Was The Good News.

I used, when it all kicked off, to send myself emails as things occured to me. (I still do.)  And now, sometimes when I am looking for other things, I find them. They give me a jolt – I have usually forgotten the incidents and thoughts. And they make me cry.

First the Lasagne, now the Fruit Bowl

For years – more than 20 – I cooked for the family. Five of us. More or less everything we ate, until the children went to school and had lunch there. My husband used to eat out on expenses during the day and when travelling on business (supposedly).  

Addicted to Waitrose

Of course it’s not true that when the going gets tough, the tough go to Waitrose.  I know that.

Truer perhaps to say that when the going gets tough, I go to Waitrose.

Keeping The Best Till Last or Fear of Running Out

Hoarding.  I met a friend today who is starting a business as a declutterer, and I’ve been mulling this over.  We think of hoarding in terms of stuff.

My Food Tastes Of Resentment

I used to read stuff like ‘you can taste the love’ and think ‘phooey!’ Now I’m not so sure.