Een van de momenten van vorig jaar die mij het meest is bijgebleven is het plukken van olijven samen met de (oudere) lokale bevolking in Slovenië. Zingen, plukken, rapen, tillen waren vooral de bezigheden die dag. Om vervolgens de dag af te sluiten met lang tafel dinner met heel veel eten. Elke keer als ik de olijfolie weer hier gebruik moet ik aan deze mooie momenten denken. Ik heb dan ook 20 liter van deze olijfolie mee naar huis genomen. En je hebt kans om deze te gaan proeven maar daarover vertel ik je meer in de volgende post.
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Sunday’s event at the incredible space @wildbytart 💫Teaching and feeding over 64 lovely yogis 🙌🏻, we ran a morning and afternoon yoga session led by @lily_silverton and I, on those @yogi.bare red ❤️ mats. After yoga we feasted on a @tart_london BRUNCH :
Charred aubergine with pomegranate, rose, chilli, lemon yoghurt and flatbread (my favourite😋)
Tart's Green Goddess broth with poached egg
Roast peach with thyme, masala mascarpone and almond crumb
Thank you so much to everyone who joined us and all the individuals and business involved who supported the event 🙏🏻🙌🏻. Hopefully the first of many more to come in this stunning space.
One of my favourite things to do when traveling is going to new markets or grocery stores, finding fun & fresh ingredients and cooking something at home. Last night my mom & I cleaned prawns side by side, I then made a super delish garlic, chilli & herb butter. We bought bread from the bakery down the road and feasted merrily. It was better than any restaurant ever ♥️
he taught me to observe how our spindles of sinew and bone squint behind skin, how to look at a lock of hair, and how to ink the scent of an unknown body...
fifteen years ago his ghost would lay fists in the small of my back and would whisper: "run!" and I ran! sometimes I would toss and turn at midnight until I got up, would pull on sweats, send him love notes and pictures of my mouth, and I would run. in the dark of familiar streets, skipping corners I knew and cracks in my path, I would close my eyes and replace my well known roads with his twisted lines in letters I'd have read over and over
fourteen years ago he wrote me from the sand, sent me images in battle dress, and a self-published novel I never finished to read. It wasn't any good. I suppose I lost interest then...
a week ago I logged into livejournal where we used to write and I noticed he had deleted his account, and with it every screened message he had ever sent me. I have nothing left of him now besides that novel I still hide, unread, under my bed. #sam#ayearofjoys