Breaking up is hard to do....

IMG_1535 Dearest Wheat,

I am breaking up with you. It's not you, it's me.

I just feel like we've developed some weird co-dependancy thing and I believe our relationship has become a little unhealthy. Besides, if you'll pardon the pun, I'm not sure what you're bringing to the table? I think I'd prefer to hang out with some vegetables, sorry if that makes you sad.

We've had some good times you and I. One of my happiest memories is when you came to me all toasty and hot buttered after my babies were born. Tea and toast. Perfect for the ravenous hunger of a exhausted mama. It was comforting, like grandma food, after the ravages of labour. Thank you.

...And pasta! Lord, do you remember that trip through Italy when you kindly gave me an extra five kilos! I'd never been so happy we were friends. The sauce was a bonus but the chewy, toothsome You was spectacular! I could eat bowls and bowls of you washed down with a sticky red. (remember wine??)

France. Good God. France. I fell in love with that boy with the eyes like shiny copper coins. What was his name again? Doesn't matter, it's you that I remember. Those crusty, chewy loaves of glory. Wrapped in white paper, you smelt like hay and hot earth. Lord I worshiped you, I think that might be when we started spending too much time together.

Don't worry, I'm not scared of gluten and I'm sure I'll see you from time to time. I just feel like you show up and almost every meal. I miss you too much when you're not here, it's not healthy. I want to make room for other stuff, good grains, I'm a little tired of your neediness. It's just a little hard to digest you.

I've started seeing a little spelt and quinoa and buckwheat. Maybe one day we might be able to hang out occasionally, but for now, I need some space.

I hope you understand.

Michelle xx


In search of sustenance

IMG_1774Please don't give me numbers for ingredients.

Save your GMOs, they're not welcome at my table.

I don't want artificial colours, science lab creations or molecular gastronomy.

Please don't bring me my daily bread wrapped in plastic, I want it chewy and dense and hot from the oven.

I just want food.

I'm not interested in fad diets or the size of my thighs.

I want health, happiness and laughter at my table.

I want abundance and plates licked clean, noisy kids and family.

(the dog has a place under my chair)

I just want whole

Earthborn, homegrown goodness.

Made with love and devoured with gratitude.


Michelle xx