15/05/2025
In my aunt’s home, the kitchen was dominated by a massive timber table & the room infused with essence of Aga.
As a kid, I’ve no idea what we ate, but that woodsmoke equaled delicious in my mind.
You always felt welcome at that table.
I’ve no idea if my uncle grew all the veg, but he seemed to spend a lot of time in the backyard, tending quails, pigeons, chickens & would disappear into the shed at the farthest point from the house.
Another aunt had a reputation as a great cook, but I remember the love & stories.
She cooked & preserved & there always seemed a little more to share or put away for later.
Grow stuff, feed people, stay curious, make stuff and do it with love.
Other places will share statistics & the details of the larger food system (& to be honest - that system seemed pretty cooked)
Here we share about our experiences of building stuff, growing adventures, maintained required to keep the flow, community happenings.
Collaboration will get us way further than competition.
Find out what’s happening in your local neighbourhood, get involved in whatever capacity works for you - keep it local & keep it real.