Food was one of the ways we loved one another, another kind of hug, another way to bring out that inner sunshine.
The sight and aroma of the food was a gentle massage to my soul.
Food floated in on platers as good as any in Olympus.
The vivid colours of the food spoke to its freshness and the bold flavours to come.
Food blossomed in her kitchen with its own special fragrance.
"Millions of children and their family members die every year from malnutrition in a world able to produce enough food, who will be their voices and witness this rolling holocaust? "Malnutrition as a side effect of a money-nexus world needs challenging, these hungry kids need champions. Who will answer their call? Who will look into real pragmatic solutions and put them into action? Who will free them from this torture and give them good health?"
Alfie could put anything on a pizza and make it taste fabulous, I swear he could. There were the days he pulled a plain cheese from the oven just to make us laugh, but most days it was an edible form of his crazy wonderful imagination. It was the thing we looked forward to the most after our day. Nothing surprises us anymore, but we're still amazed each time supper comes around.
Sasha tool a bite of the omlette, cheesy with dark leafy greens. She smiled, "Tamal, that's so good, what's the green stuff?"
With a boyish grin he raised his brows, opening up his eyes, "Stinging nettle, chives and dandelion leaves."
Sasha paused as if her thoughts had stopped entirely, "Holy. That tastes good."
He gave a shrug, the one he always gave when he was proud of himself but tickled with his own shyness. "Chuck out the stems from the dandelions, boil the rest together for a few minutes, cold water, squeeze, chop. That's it. Sting all gone. Eat what wants to grow, easy."
The seed, sunshine and soil are free, yet for access humans demand a fee. Perhaps we should share food as cooperative species do, working together for the good of all.