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.

Sunday, 9 October 2016

Look High, Look Low ...Day 40, 52 To Go...






... look everywhere you go because lemons are still hanging around street corners, over fences and even sometimes in vacant properties, like this lively bunch, just hanging about casually in the front yard of a property for lease and quite obviously empty.

The owner's probably an overseas investor, I rationalise, who couldn't given a yahoo about the lemons and the new tenants wouldn't give a yahoo because they won't know the difference. You can't miss what you didn't know was there, right?

Besides, as an Italian, buying lemons feels totally wrong. They're something that gets passed from hand to hand amongst a network of food growers, gatherers and sharers - or that get nicked over the back fence and passed from hand ...

Either way, I'm never buying lemons shipped from the US and being charged $1 per squeeze. Really?  

While most people wouldn't have a stance on lemons, anyone reading this blog might well. What's yours?



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

Because Food Sans Story is Bland