25/10/2025
Every now and then I get myself into a little slump. What am I doing? Why am I doing this? Does cooking really matter? Am I really any good at any of it?
Then, out of the blue, I receive a photo like this one. A beautiful tattoo of some bread and books.
Those of you who have ever been fed by me before, whether at weddings, or feasts, parties or retreats, will know that I always start by taking a loaf of bread, wrapping it in paper, and sharing it round the table. I believe it being people together, creates a bond, opens our hearts to new people and experiences.
I did this at a retreat in France with back in May. And it meant so much to one of our gorgeous guests, that she got this tattoo.
What seemed so simple to us - bread and books - meant so much more. It was nourishment, and care, and connection.
I think so often we see what we do on its surface - chop, stir, wash up! - and we can get overwhelmed by the day to day and forget that we are providing so much more than a plate of edible substance. We are creating experiences that let people know they are loved. Their bodies are worthy of joy and deliciousness, and sitting round a table, with strangers or friends, fosters life long connections.
So next time, when I’m unnecessarily melting down about how truly awful or ridiculous or any of the other bu*****ts I tell myself, I will remember this moment. When someone I met once was so touched by something I did that they permanently tattooed it onto their body.
And it will spur me on to go forth into the world with as much love as my heart can muster to cook with passion for connection and with joy.
