Home-made Food
In 2017 a distant relative invited me to contribute to a family cookbook she was writing. I don’t know what happened to her project, and as far as I know my contributions were never taken up by her, but I have just found my emails, all sent within a few days of each other from Muscat, Oman in August of that year.
Despite rather pretentious language, these little essays still resonate with exactly how I feel about these foods; and the events too.
So here, almost unedited, I give you Roast Vegetables, Tomatoes, Spinach (and Palak Paneer) Eggs and Aubergines.
My Daughter’s Wedding
Since I put more work into writing this than I did most other stuff, I am putting it here.
I don’t know how the hell I thought those first lines were in iambic pentameter. They aren’t.
I was quite nervous and so I lost my notes delivering the whole thing from memory – hence the places I have queried what I said.
Prayer
I wrote this on an iPad in a moment of self reflection about thirty years after my father’s death.
Did the food really taste better when we were five?
I don’t really know if this is an essay or a poem.
Polish Delicatessens
This was an essay I wrote on an iPad in a hotel lobby in Fujairah while waiting to pick up Ania from a photography assignment.
Life View
I recall the event I’m describing was at the party after the twins were christened, so I must have written this in Summer 2010.
