Literally Slow Food
It's unfortunate that the age of microwaves and tupperware our food has also begun to taste like plastic. I find cooking joyful rather than a daily chore. Last winter I discovered home made soups from my mum's high school cooking textbook: the kind that take half a day to cook. After many adventures, my favourite ended up being tomato, a revelation in my narrow world of Heinz big red.
It was deeply satisfying to put my vegetables on to bubble and murmur away for a couple of hours, occasionally slurping at my brew and simply absorbing the warmth and good smells that filled the house. I don't consider myself a gourmand or talented cook, but I surprise myself with the food I can make from scratch, with fresh ingredients and my own hands.
I am one of the wretched that loads themselves up with too many projects and then loses themselves in the business (busy-ness... coincidence? I think not) of it all. But I'm increasingly putting more time aside to cook, by myself and with friends. There is something deeply nurturing about it. In fact, I have started inviting friends over not so much to eat, but to cook with me, the journey of cooking the food being just as fulfilling as the end goal (fulfilling; full-filling: i was once told that eating slower is better for you as well, as you feel full faster).
My latest food excursion away from the world: taking time to sit and eat an orange with my hands.
Aimee (21 year old brisbane-dwelling student amused by small things)
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