Growing, or breeding, food
Growing, or breeding, food makes more sense to me. I am not sure what “making foods” actually means. Nonetheless, we can chat about growing things, and other things. There is a cluster of ideas, wishes, desires, and other feelings about “food”. It is associated, of course, with cooking, taste, scent, texture, and hunger. Growing food, ensuring family, children, parents have enough has been a powerful motivation for mankind enterprises since the Creation. Deprivation of food, starvation, is the calamity that destroys people, societies and spirit.
Inspiration
So, given this background, what are my sources of inspiration? Coming back, yesterday, from a lovely walk near the lavender fields, between Lullingstone Park and Shoreham, of Samuel Palmer fame, I can say that the sight of lavender, wheat, oat, maize, barley, vine, all kinds of cereals, herbs, and the sight of cattle grazing, with a special mention for sheep and lambs, during our walks is a cause of delight. We sure this with our love of cooking: I cannot compete with my beautiful wife, and still can do a few things, and of course uncork bottles, and load the dishwasher…
Would I have made a decent farmer? I doubt it, as I was brought up in a urban scenery, with, at the time, no great scope to learn about plants, animals, soils and husbandry. Yet I do work in the garden, even if it is mainly pulling our weeds, and trying to deter foxes to vandalise vegetable patches and flower beds!
cooking
What are we excited about? That is when it comes to cooking. Well, we love fresh vegetables (all of them, except the only one I keep away from is cauliflower, which is bad for me for unknown reason), rice, potatoes, olives, tomatoes, all the mediterranean herbs, fish, lamb meat, beef, in sorts of dishes, on the pan, in the oven, under the grill, on the beach, on the hills, in the garden, in front of the fire in winter. Should I observe, without too much emphasis, that cooking together is a lovely way to prepare for foreplay, but then I digress…


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