Revive the senses through feel-good food. Just do anything food-wise, no matter how small, that makes you zing: pour hot water over fresh herbs for a fragrant tea; buy a whole organic pumpkin for a kitchen table centrepiece; thank a farmer at a farmers' market; put your hands on warm earth; spot a local rosemary bush; snag some for your lamb roast or your hair (Why not? Go nuts!); and comment to share your feel-good spring snippet. If stuck for ideas, mine are yours. Let's unite in support of feel-good food and ethical food practices. Thanks to all too who supported my Spring Feel-Good Food Project. I had a blast! While my food interests are diverse, so is my food writing history (and lifestyle freelance writing and corporate writing, yada...). Please see below right and my new FoodLit Website. Yeah! Please also subscribe for occasional food-fuelled news, ventures and opportunities.

Thursday, 6 October 2016

Daisies, Bats & Meatloaf. Day 37, 55 To Go.....

You know when you come across something so beautiful, you just want to eat it? While lemongrass soap has me salivating in the shower (no, it's not pretty), this little daisy variant, which I spotted on a local walk today, had me wondering if stripping her petals over tonight's salad would give me a kick or kill me. 

Not one to let anything past my lips unless it and I know each other well, I shall just have to stare at the couple I picked and plonked in a glass instead. Of course, I could go down the route of exploring whether daisies fall into the edible flower category and whether this variety, if indeed it is a variety and not some rampant mutant, is edible too. 

Given, however, that we need to practice precision-perfect time management in order to avoid being engulfed by everyday living in 2016, I decided against it. Of course, your could research your petals off if you were retired, but retirement comes in degrees.

I'm retired physically. I'm retired mentally. However, I'm not retired financially. They say two out of three ain't bad, but if Meatloaf was standing in front of me right now, I'd tell him that's a big fat lie. 

Gotta go now. And run like a bat outta hell to get a bunch of stuff done. 

Oh yeah, and in case you didn't notice (through the omission of commentary on slabs of ground up meat), we don't eat meatloaf. We're Italian. 

Foodliterary Regards,
Julia Svoice
(Julia Hebaiter in Another Life)
FoodLit Writer, Feel-Good Food Lover & Storyteller

Because Food Sans Story is Bland

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