I’ve been doing a few media interviews lately. I get asked so many questions about the life I’ve chosen to live. It seems that I live the perfect dreamy life…and you know what? It’s totally doable. Anyone can change their life. It’s all a matter of choice. I choose not to complain and talk, I choose to do. And here I am…doing.
I’ve finally got the smokehouse delivering some great results. This last batch of smoked trout and eel was a success.
Cuppa time, the morning after a smoking night…
A mate in my food community gave me two lovely beetroots last week which I poached and made a salad with my foraged walnuts, Turkish nomad feta, watercress, mint etc…delish. Sex noises ensued.
It’s nettle season, and I made the kids a few nights worth of potato and stinging nettle pesto pizza. They loved it. I loved that they loved it. Rad.
But the biggest success was cooking rabbit back strap with morels, my jamon and fried sage. While consuming the meal, I had to tone down my usual sex noises as I had a guest. But honestly I’m sure she made some noises in her head. Such a lovely dish of wild food.
I’m glad I’m at this place. One day I’ll die. And just before I do, I hope I get to re-live every single beautiful moment. I’m so blessed to have beautiful people in my life. You all know who you are. Much love to you all.