Refined and Defined by Food

Refined by Food    

When I was little I didn’t do food. Fat on meat was “brains” and pieces of onion were “monkey peas”*. I sat at the dinner table for hours, trying to magic away what was in front of me. I may have stunted my own growth. I was an otherwise compliant child, and ours was a strict household, but this was one place I exerted control. At school I was on the slow eaters table, where we were more interested in telling each other stories than eating our seventies stodge-fest meat-and-two-veg meals. Leaving home revolutionised my relationship with food. I finally realised what was involved in cooking and became tremendously grateful to anybody that gave me anything to eat. I was cured of fussiness overnight, I even began to like food. I have been apologising to my mother ever since. Through my twenties and thirties I could eat whatever I wanted, mainly peanut butter. Restraint is a tough lesson for a mature learner. My discipline is born of not wanting to replace my wardrobe. Peanut butter has become a banned substance in our house. Two weeks ago my “fat” skirt, usually slipping around my hips was tight on my tummy. Therefore I’m on one of my control freak diet regimes, usually doing the trick but completely unsustainable. Breakfast and lunch are painfully austere but evening meals are always the decadent domain of my personal chef. Mr K is a terrible feeder, but that really is passing the buck, especially as it was on my list of requirements for a man that he must be an excellent cook. I eat very well.  

* Monkey peas are wood lice

Defined by Food

Food is everything to me. I am always hungry. If someone is eating in front of me, my mouth waters so much I drool. I like all food, any food, well maybe not lettuce or rocket, I don’t see the point of eating leaves. My favourite is chicken. I like banana, blueberries and apple too, I’ll eat an apple, core and all. I love carrots. Bread, chips, I’ll eat off the ground. You can find a lot of bread and chips on the ground around here. And kebabs. I enjoy eating so much sometimes I’ll eat things that are not meant to eaten. Like wrapping paper and puke and an occasional fox poo. Always reprimanded for these morsels but there’s a lot of nutrition to be had in them, that’s the way I see it. I’m fortunate to be a fast eater, I can wolf down a meal in less than a minute. Put your food on the floor and it’s gone in a gulp. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a thief. Much as it pains me, I obey the sanctity of the plate on a table. I am patient. I can watch and wait forever. I love people, I love my people, after all they are my food providers, but food is my first love. And the bastards keep me half starved.