NOT a food blog
He lifted the cover of the huge metal pot to scoop up the soup with a wooden spoon that had seen better times. His appearance matched his possessions. His hands were gnarled, veins apparent, and a huge silver ring enveloped his ring finger. The chopping board was a thick slab of serrated wood, the centre indented from […]
Food, for me, is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Food, for me, represents the love of family, the fellowship of friends, and the community and communality it brings.