"Food as a therapeutic offering between strangers has never been satisfactorily explained. Here is an ordinary-looking action which goes far deeper than mere hospitality. By producing food and presenting in full view a portion to a stranger, a woman is offering an extension of herself; it can be enjoyed, but it is not flesh. All he, the stranger, is allowed is a morsel representing the woman. A fragment is all. She remains the giver, but at one removed."
Murray Bail, Eucalyptus
Sandwich boxes and instagram with Amy and Talisa at Bread and Circus // The best fish fingers and chips, coconuts and creaming soda at The Fish Shop // A make-shift feast of bacon and egg roll, three cheese toasty, sour cherry danish and carrot cake (I did say feast, right?) with Rachel at The Grounds // A fantastic lunch with two of the oldest and best friends in the world at a private and secretive location in the heart of the eastern suburbs; her house.
If you say you want to meet up for coffee, that's fine. But ask me out for breakfast, lunch or dinner, pastry and sympathy, noodles and gossip, ice-cream and laughter, or even just say "come over here right now because I've got a fresh loaf of bread and a whole lotta butter and we can watch The Voice and eat toast and laugh at Keith's beautiful little faces as he grooves along to every song", and I am 100 percent, totally, utterly, unashamedly, unabashedly, completely and forever-and-always yours. Just tell me where to meet you.