A few weeks ago The Husband and I were enjoying our annual get-together with an old school friend of mine and her husband. Julie, the friend in question, is a high-energy, get-up- and-go kind of girl who has been urging me to take my interest/passion in all aspects of food to the next level for quite some time now. I have clung to the excuse of literary ineptitude, but her suggestion of writing it as a conversation seems reasonable enough for me to have a shot at a blog.
I haven’t been hiding under a rock, so I am aware that food is very fashionable now. However, unlike an apparently large proportion of the rest of the world, I have been fascinated by food for many years, an interest perhaps stimulated by coming from a home of truly appalling cooks. Both my mother and her mother were very ordinary cooks indeed and I suspect that my own curiosity and delight in food began as a matter of survival! My love of books and reading nestles very happily next to this interest in food, resulting in bookshelves groaning with recipe books and works on food history, rituals and culture and a Graduate Certificate in Gastronomy from Le Cordon Bleu!
I live in Australia just out of a small town only 1/2 hour from the state capital on a modest landholding where we grow Black Angus cattle and teenagers, surrounded by rolling hills covered in vineyards, orchards and olive groves.
As for the name of this blog? The inspiration came from looking past the computer screen and out of my window at the rampant Lambs Ears which have been flowering extravagantly, attracting the ardent attentions of zillions of diligent bees.