At eighteen, I left my home smelling of crushed cinnamon, cardamom and star anise. I stepped into Australia in the intense summer of 2013. The air smelled of eucalyptus and rosemary – a smell that I still pick up inRead more…
Inclusivity, accessibility and empathy in politics
“My feminism will be intersectional or it will be bullshit.” -Flavia Dzodan, 2011 Content note for eating disorders, body hatred, mental illness, ableism, animal cruelty and misogyny. I am in the process of cutting out animal products from myRead more…
The toxic language of clean eating
My grandmother died at 98. In all her 98 years, she never counted a calorie or step. She ate bread and butter and she baked using white flour and sugar, and never tracked her nutrients with the vigilance of aRead more…
Stand off with a mint slice
8:55pm Mum had dutifully kissed my forehead and said goodnight. Absent-mindedly watching T.V., I glanced at the time. It was precariously close to 9:00pm, at which point I would conquer a great personal fear. The mint slice. Yes, that humbleRead more…
Edible intimacy – the role of food in our lives
It wasn’t much: a single mouthful of pork belly, perfectly cooked, with golden, glass-like crackling shining under a thin apple glaze, but as soon as I bit down and felt that crackling shatter under my teeth, releasing a rush ofRead more…