Reflections and lessons learned/the content of this book made me feel…
“We were taking care of one another by cooking, and eating, by being in the same room. Acid chicken is a quiet reminder of this cyclical constant; this reason to be alive, and the lesson of 2020. The inevitability of weathering much deeper forms of destabilisation than the ones you walk into on purpose. And the necessity and pleasure of giving other people, and ourselves, a soft place to land”
How am I feeling? A bit crappy… I know, I’ll put on music/pick up a reading book/have a yummy snack! Food is obviously sustenance, but talking about meals and new foods tried is like having a permitted sneak into someone’s personality diary. It’s a staple of our family conversations, usually revolving around a meal and then a post meal relax - even my family define some of their soft toys by what they imaginatively eat (a snowman only eating eggs/waffles/sushi/pancakes? A shark eating regrowable monkeys legs…?). My father in laws favourite story is about the chicken kiev that they had on their wedding night (cut it open, and the butter flows out… I may have retold this in homage as many times as he has now!). But food… glorious food… a socially acceptable pleasurable sensory description.
I must talk about food at least five times a day, and think about it probably 20. As I type this I’m already dreaming of lunch, a reheated curry and naan bread from last night - I know how soft the meat will be, how delicious the cheese and spinach combined are, and how the rice will be that extra bit crisp from reheat - two different experiences from one batch of food prep - fab. From the cold ginsters on a bus or train, to the shared meals out with so many different friends, to the lone eating rotisserie chicken on a Sunday afternoon, to the late night news night kebabs, to the made up concoctions of childhood (quite often with the tv show commentary), I love the stuff. I can respect it, and it’s always served me well.
The variety of the takes on the brief in this book are brilliant - so many directions, but all coming back to a taste from a memory in a moment. As the warning at the start comes - not all good memories can be happy ones, as life can be shitty from other people. I may not have been familiar with all of the story tellers, but still really enjoyed - a book that made me feel grateful for the simple shares