Food brings people together in such a beautiful way, don't you think? The family meal where you dive into each others plates and life stories; the religious feasts where traditional dishes are respected, slaved over and devoured; the fish and chips eaten greedily from a greasy, paper parcel in the drizzle on a cold bench; the late night, beer fuelled kebab enroute home from the pub that inevitably ends up on the floor (and all over your suede heels). Even tearing open a packet of crisps and placing it in the middle of the table for others to share is a welcomed event in itself (top tip here: crush them so there's more to go around for a 'feed the five thousand' feel!)
To extend your hand and offer another person your food - whether bought ready prepared or slaved over - welcomes them warmly into your life. Food is life and by the act of feeding you're nurturing the relationship that you have with those around you.
I would go as far to say that I enjoy feeding others as much as I love eating myself. I've developed the reputation of being a 'feeder' by those around me and I am seldom content unless I'm involved in some form of gastro-bonding session; Shopping for food, planning what I'm going to eat, what others are going to eat, discussing what they've eaten. You get the idea.
I plan to use this space to share recipes and any culinary journeys I embark upon and, for practical reasons, as an easy access, recipe store for myself. Indeed, you could say that I will be 'feeding' this blog, giving it in turn lifeblood and nurturing it so that it has life too. Feeder habits die hard afterall... :)
So, as we say in Cyprus, "Kali orexi!" - which is the Greek equivalent of the French phrase, 'bon apetit!'
So, as we say in Cyprus, "Kali orexi!" - which is the Greek equivalent of the French phrase, 'bon apetit!'
