Forget The Food Porn! Day 1: 90 To Go...

On a day with the technical logistics of a new blog, new website, social media and techie geek friend banging on my left brain, right brain won out and I started the day with a quick run (ok, slow jog) up the road to a local orange tree with calico bag stuffed into a pocket. By 'local', I mean generous, but neglected orange tree in someone's front yard. (I call it gleaning.)

Of course, it's my earthly duty to help minimise food wastage so, with their blinds fortunately drawn closed and my bagful of bounty later, it's a quick fennel and orange salad with a smattering of fresh mint and a splash of vinaigrette. What grows together, goes together, right.

In my world of the ever-particular flavour chaser, the definition of 'vinaigrette' is Lupi Extra Virgin Olive Oil, Bragg Organic Apple Cider Vinegar and Murray River pink salt flakes. If it's not defined as such in the dictionary, it should be. Simple and elegant, it dresses as lightly as a cotton dress on a summer's day (and I can't wait!)

Oh, yeah, while I was throwing the salad together, the neighbour had the radio up load and the familiar tones of Rosanna by Toto floated over the fence. I love it. So romantic and warm and loving. It takes me back to my first boyfriend and fun times, so, between him and the fennel, I was thankful for the moment. Have a listen.   

As for the food porn, let it be known from Day 1 that I was designed to write, share good food love, and get dirt under my nails, not play with buttons and see life through screens (each to their own). If you need food porn, please go to Instagram. My photos might be a bit rough around the edges, like me, my garden and life in general - and that's okay. Life's too short to be perfect.

Though these furry fennel fronds come close.
  

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Foodliterary Regards,

Julia Svoice,

(Julia Hebaiter in another life)

FoodLit Writer, Feel-Good Food Lover & Storyteller 

Because Food Sans Story is Bland