Day one

I've known Nicola for a few years - we met through our mutual chum Stevie Jackson. He brought her round to mine for Easter Sunday dinner, if I remember rightly. We ate a lot of lamb and beans and got slightly hammered. 

Nicola is an artist who does beautiful things in places you might not expect. This is her website...
http://www.nadfly.com/

She invite me to take part in an event called ALL YOU NEED.  I quote her...


"ALL YOU NEED is a celebration and study of the rituals of food and eating within the wider context of our modern beliefs of what is "essential" in life."


18 of us, all women, took part in a dinner at the Briggait in Glasgow. We excavated a cup, a bowl and a spoon for each of us. They were made in Sweden and they are touched with real gold.  Everyone else chose theirs very carefully, but I just plumped for the set that was furthest to the left. I doubt that I was the furthest, politically speaking, to the left of the assembled company, but I do still try.

We ate together and I landed very lucky with some very cool chicks - something about the atmosphere made us exchange some rather startling truths, and I left wanting to know more.


So I took my cup, my bowl and my spoon back to the seaside, meeting my husband and son to get the train home.  The other half had no idea what I'd been doing in Glasgow, despite having told him several times.

At the first mealtime, we were having pizza and salad, so I used the bowl for my salad, and made a pretty good fist of eating it with the spoon. My crockery was greeted with suspicion... A bit of resentment... And envy.

As the cook of the house, doing something just for me feels odd.  The boys didn't like it at all.

But I did.