Something I Miss
I miss living in the countryside — the real, working, farming, smelly countryside. Isolated here in a vast wasteland of suburbia — surrounded by everything I could ever want and wanting none of it — I yearn to wake up to the sharp smell of cowshit on the fields, the sound of goats and hens in the neighbour’s garden, horses in the meadow behind the house, tractors flying past at the front as the farmers race to harvest before the rain comes, and the sure knowledge that it will take at least an hour to get to any decent shopping. Isolation, but not isolated at all…
Something I Love
I love butter in wrappers that marked out in baking measurements. It is a simple stroke of genius — and why they don’t do it in the UK is beyond me. It makes cooking so much easier. I love it!