The VegHead’s day job involves a fair degree of writing. Not Tolstoyesque in proportions you understand, just more than the average peak hour train full of commuters. The volume of articles, blogs, reports, papers and the like tends to vary up and down to the tune of twenty thousand words plus or minus a week, all set against the background noise of emails and hum of actual conversations.
Words feed our minds, and are the fruits and the gristle of our everyday social interactions. Our minds are also the larders, within which are the spicey imaginings, sweet whispers, wholeseome advice and raw opinions that pepper our conversations.
But our cupboards can all too frequently run bare. Thursday night dinners for instance in the VegHead’s kitchen is also known as “Whatever is left by now as Friday’s are shopping day”. Especially those weeks when we’ve all eaten so well that the worms in the compost bin have been given only the peelings and the offcuts and never a wholly uneaten bag of greens. Everything used productively until there’s nothing left save the jars of pressure cooked beans.
The larder however has been restocked again – all those words that were used up in the hearty meals of day-job utterances renewed by a few days of home cooking. SheWhoMustBeFed must be fed after all, as did The Kennedy’s when they came for dinner….but that is another story.