… the glue that sticks a family together.
Growing up, food always played an important role.
Families would spend most Sunday’s together. They were magical moments. The tables set with best linen and crockery, passing plates of home grown goodness, comparing stories of the week. Then, there were stories of the old days and laughter … Tons of it. No disruptive electronic devices! One never rushed a meal!
Sunday leftover followed for many days in creative creations.
“To eat is a necessity, but to eat intelligently is an art “ said the 17th century writer Francois de La Rochefoucauld.
Our garden has an abundance of pumpkins. We split a huge pumpkin in half and baked. One topped with 2 old salty fruits … olives and preserved limes with smashed fermented garlic. The other with quinoa, garden and foraged greens, baked tomato and mushrooms, pomegranate kombucha dressing. With a mix of fermenty goodness.
One day we may share food at our communal table plus share our stories and dreams.
Xxoo Lynnie