Some meals were disasters but with every new recipe I tried, my enjoyment of the process increased. Part of the enjoyment came in the music I would play as a constant companion in the kitchen, the amazing realisations and lessons that would sometimes drop into my spirit as I was in some cooking zone, and the fact that I had a partner who was always grateful that I had cooked.
Zama Nkosi-Mabuye in her essay ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ
This relationship with fruit and fruit trees was cultivated through my grannyโs garden. My granny didnโt have a job, but itโs a fact that she worked harder than any woman I know. A widow at 38 in 1960โs apartheid South Africa with no income and 7 kids, the oldest of whom was 14; sitting here in my flat, free as one can be, with savings for a rainy day, a job, and only first world worries, it hits me that Iโm now the same age she was when she had to take charge of her household.
Tamara OโReilly in her essay ๐๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐บโ๐ด ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด
I was, however, torn between my love for the environment which society suggested should be reflected in eating veggies over meat, and my body; which thrived off lots of meat consumption. I didnโt believe that the optimal diet for my human health meant destroying the planet.
Camilla Wolfson in her essay ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด