I was born “on the nose of Christmas Day”, as my mother’s doctor put it meaning noon, or “in plenty of time for lunch” as my mother put it – lunch in India being served at about four o’clock, allowing plenty of time for pink gins while the suckling pig roasted. I appeared at 12.23 and I’ve been thinking about food ever since.
Now, as a freelance working from home, lunch is a hugely important part of the day – alleviating boredom, adding colour, changing pace, time to think. On a dysfunctional day (a late start, getting lost in a piece of writing – fine tuning a sentence, not wanting to stop the flow – or, more likely, indulging in displacement activities) it might happen at four o’clock. On one of my better days, I’m in the kitchen preparing it to The Archers.
This blog started out as a food blog – recipes for lunches – but it’s developing into a blog about freelance life. Well, my freelance life. Dysfunctional. Rebellious. Untypical (or maybe not?). With lunch featuring somewhere in each blog just as it does in my day – haphazardly but greedily. I hope you’ll share it with me.