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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Amy said...
Thursday Motoring
Last thursday I went for a sunday drive. Wait, Sunday? on a Thursday? Yes. While most people keep their slow driving for the weekend, i happened to find myself with some spare time, turning left instead of right and getting lost on a dirt road. The most amazing thing about it was that it was in my own suburb.
We all drive past roads everyday that we know are there but never have the need to go down. But who needs a need? I remember my sister driving us down our own road one day and i spotted a street i had never ventured down. After voicing that she promptly indicated and confessed she hadn't either. There wasn't anything exciting down that street, in fact it was extremely like every other street i had seen. But at least we know that now.
My Thursday run turned out particularly well as i found myself in what felt like miles away from suburbia but actually within shouting reach of the main road. Not to mention a handy picnic area to return to.
Instead of zooming down the street the most convenient way, now sometimes, i just head down another road. At the least i find a new route to walk my dog.
Now, if only i can remember how to get back there...
October 18, 2007 11:24 AM
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