It is doing the proverbial cats and dogs outside, and therefore I have absolutely no desire to venture out. Even though summer rain is never cold where I live, sometimes the thought of having to do anything in mild dampness is just not appealing. I understand that if dressed appropriately one can overcome these obstacles, but I just do not have enough impetus to stroll along that avenue.
Alongside the inclemency of the weather, I am becoming more and more aware of how much we throw away with not a hint of irony. Food especially. I think this begins when you are young. If children are brought up without a respect for food and it’s ceremonies, they will grow up with a similar disregard which is harder to shake off, as it becomes a default setting. We were brought up believing that food was deeply important, not just for sustenance, but as a social interaction and communication tool. Similarly, having parents who spent their childhoods with post war rationing, the respect for food had a much greater significance. Something I try to teach my own children. Interestingly, the ceremony of the birthday cake still resonates even in households who may have not eaten round a table in years. But I digress.
Taking everything into consideration it is still difficult to fully appreciate food that is, shall we say, unappetising (I’m being polite). Therefore, my philosophy should really go hand in hand with something that is at least palatable.
With the aforementioned in mind I am concocting a left overs dinner for this evening. Something which I am not always successful at, but insist on giving a go, even if just to ease my own conscience. So far I have made potato cakes from left over sweet corn, potato and grated carrot. They are, as we speak, lounging in the temperamental fridge, probably fighting off the desire to freeze, coated in home made bread crumbs.
However, I have now reached an impasse. What goes with potato cakes? As I sit and ponder, an occupation I do relish, I have a wonderful compilation of rain songs going on in the background and, quite frankly, a feeling of having all the time in the world.
Think I’ll just pop my nose in the fridge again, it’s sure to inspire me, and if not, I do have a plan B…