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, 20 November 2016

My Type of Xmas Tree... Day 82, 9 To Go..



Local loquats, sweet and sublime. The first stone fruit of the season, loquats abound in my neighbourhood right now and probably in yours. Eyes open and arms outstretched, fellow food lovers.

For those who are yet to be acquainted, pick when bright yellow and soft (or a bit sooner if you need to beat the birds). Peel and pop into your mouth, spitting out the three large, brown pips inside. A bit melony, mangoey and perhaps peachy, they're very deserving of your love and attention.

Is anyone else sick of all the Christmas marketing yet? Makes you want to run away and live off the grid. Now, there's an idea.






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

Sunday, 13 November 2016

Lemon Balminess - Day 74, 17 To Go...


Waiting for inspiration can mean wallowing in blah. A few days' absence from my blog have reminded me that taking action is the way to inspiration. During a brisk walk just now, sweetly seasoned by a few purloined, plump mulberries, I decided to write a blog when I got back, on what I wasn't too sure. 

By the time I arrived home, lips nicely purpled by mulberry juice and telltale fingers similarly stained, I had lemon balm on my mind, which is much more pleasant than the negativity that sometimes pervades my mind prior to a big full moon. (If the world's tides are affected, to think that we aren't is plain arrogance.)

I first stumbled across it outside a cafe in the Dandenong Mountains after cherry-picking with my daughter's fiancee and future in-laws last summer. What better way for everyone to get to know each other than over a good food adventure?

Naturally, I surreptitiously yanked a stem up with roots intact. I didn't know what it was then; I just knew I loved it. After planting it at home, it struggled and looked quite dead by the end of winter, but must've shed a few seeds because it's now sprouting up all over the place of its own lovely, lemony accord. 

I'm very excited about the addition of this little lady to the herb family out back. She's pretty, fragrant, minty, makes a great tea and is known for her calming, sleep-inducing and digestive qualities. 

She's also now infused with the joys of getting to know my daughter's big, extending family better and the memories of a fun cherry picking expedition. Throughout the writing and the sipping, she's also now fixed in my mind as an ideal natural antedote to any pre-full moon blues.  

I feel so much better, whether it's the tea, the memories, the decision to inspire myself - or the fact that I got to use the word 'surreptitiously'. 

Surreptitious, in itself, is a delicious word that also happens to rhyme with same. Neat, huh? In my world at least!
Image by Permablitz


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

Thursday, 10 November 2016

When It's All Too Much, Shell Beans ... Day 72, 19 To Go..



..and peas if you have. It's easy to get caught up in, well, the crap, the things you think are all so important, but really don't matter at all. If there's one thing that brings perspective, it's nature, whether in the backyard, at the beach or in the hills. 

Feeling a little off centre yesterday afternoon, I clawed myself away from the computer and sunk into the garden, which is an almighty, blessed mess at the moment. No order, structure, routine or plan. The rest of life demands enough of that. Just nature's plan doing her own thing and me in there messing about and helping her out when I have the time.

I shelled broad beans and peas, the mind slowed, my feet hit the earth, the knot in my stomach released and the sun came out. The top broad bean still in its shell contains beans the size of my thumb, my whole thumb, hence the peas for an attempt at visual perspective.

With balance in mind, or the heart calling for it if truth be told, I'm off to walk the beach with my feet in the water, followed by sensory fulfillment at Taste of Melbourne. Food isn't all about the stomach; you see it, smell it, touch it and wonder at it before you even taste it.

Wishing you balance and blessings in whatever size, shape or form that means for you.

And remaining open to editors looking for a fresh voice in food, the land and the inextricable link between them.  


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

Monday, 7 November 2016

Do You Know The Arnott Family? Day 64, 27 To Go ...



I don't either, but if we did know the family who grew these veggies, their farm and their story, our roasted beetroot and  pumpkin soup would taste even better because it'd be infused with story. 

Food we've nurtured to fruition in our backyards tastes better too, not only for its peak freshness, but because it has story, a known history and sometimes adventure

Food sans story is bland. Lifeless. Story tastes good. So does adventure and, as the gleaners out there would know, smugness is particularly flavorsome. 

Taking it a step further, stolen fruit tastes better still. Please masticate a while on this little story I wrote. 

And please share with me any great food finds you've made.

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

Oasis Emporium. Anyone for Brekkie? Or Cheese? Day 63, 28 To Go ....



Our favourite local food store, Oasis Bakery, isn't just a bakery, it's an emporium that just had a makeover including new deli (with more than 100 local and imported cheeses), dessert bar and fresh produce section.

There's a buzz around town, in store and, of course, in my belly. After today's Lebanese breakfast (which also come with chilli labneh balls) with my daughter and a serious exploration of all the latest additions, it's a thumbs up. Don't underestimate the size of this 'store' with more. It even has its own information booth, with new Mornington store planned on a 1.6 hectare site. Mind blowing. 

Even if I don't eat cheese, I'm excited. Sometimes the excitement is in the concept, the visual, the watching a business grow from a tiny, single-fronted shop to a mega pleasure palace - and, of course, I do eat prosciutto, good ham, pickled things, nougat, halva, turkish delight and, and, and..

Have you been? More importantly, what did you eat?

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

Friday, 4 November 2016

Foraging Funnies. Day 66, 25 To Go...



When standing in a paddock, most see a paddock. I see a salad or bowl of lovely steamed greens. It's an Italian thing. We find food everywhere we go - but finding a neat, knife-peeled orange on the nature strip in suburbia is just too confounding a find to get my mind around.


Some of you know I've found oranges on sandy stretches of beach. Some of you also know we've found pumpkins in the bush, such extra-territorial finds posing both perplexing questions and exciting adventures.

What's the strangest food item you've ever stumbled across? Or the strangest place you've found food in?


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

Thursday, 3 November 2016

Hands up to Win Taste of Melbourne Tickets!


Do you see fingers? I see forks! Lots of them, aptly, given Taste of Melbourne is about to roll out across four delicious days al fresco at Pelican Lawn at Albert Park.

Am I excited? Yes. Can I wait? No. Want to go?

FoodLit has two double passes up for grabs (with either fingers or forks). All you need do is subscribe. And, no, I won't spam you and send you endless emails full of self promotion. I don't have time.


See you there. I'll be the one juggling several taster plates dished up by some of Melbourne's best restaurants as well as food samples from the artisan market, where some 80 stallholders will be keeping tatsebuds hopping.

I'll also have the first of the seasons cherries dangling from my ears - and a box of them under my arm. 

While I don't often use over-used acronyms, 
OMG.



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

You Can't Keep a Good Passionfruit Down - Day 64, 27 To Go..




We had a prolific passionfruit. Heavy with fruit and lively with life, its leaves caught the light, its tendrils caught the trellis, and its flowers caught the infectiousness of spring and would starburst to life. 

We'd watch her from the kitchen window, taking the chore out of washing the dishes. 

Until the neighbour poisoned her last year because of her weighty presence on the fence. 

Let's not get into it. Why spoil what was a particularly shiny spring day?

A passionate and vigorous bearer, she obviously wasn't going to take it lying down, springing back to life this year of her own accord. I'd pulled out her lifeless trunk, so it was a feisty, determined little seed that righted the wrong.



At first I mistook her first few shoots as some sort of citrus and popped her into a pot to see whether she'd grow up to be an orange or a lemon, so was elated to recently discover the elegant tendrils announcing her true identity.

She'll be relocated to a fence soon, but not the same one, of course. We need to remain neighbours for a while yet.

Have you had any not so neighbourly garden situations?


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

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Lunch Italian Style - Day 63, 28 To Go....



That's all.
No plate. We have hands. 
No cutlery. We have fingers. 
No napkins. We have the back of our hand. 

 If lost on a desert island like Tom Hanks in Castaway, we would even trade Wilson the basketball for prosciutto, a loaf of good bread (this one has a semolina crust for extra crunch) and a few salted, dried olives (these ones 'borrowed' from a tree around the corner and 'consati' or 'fixed'.)

You can't eat a ball after all. 
Unless it's a ball of mozzarella.

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