Author Archives: Cherrie Zell
Coast
Fish from the farmers’ market
. We waited up at night for the men to come home from their camping trip. They often didn’t get back until quite late and those of us in the next generation old enough to stay awake did so. There was the excitement of that “Dad’s home” moment plus our fascination with the damp hessianContinue reading “Fish from the farmers’ market”
Protein – Got to eat more of it
The two wafer-thin slices supposedly contained essential tissue building and repairing goodness. However, the sliced roast beef looked like it couldn’t build or repair anything. Was it a waste of money putting such minimal slices of protein on my sandwich? In this year’s search for efficient eating, I started with questioning how well I wasContinue reading “Protein – Got to eat more of it”
Railway crossing
I believe in exploring
I believe in exploring. I can’t imagine what it must be like to not want to explore.
I was very fortunate to grow up on a farm where there was space and opportunity to indulge childhood fearlessness in adventure. Once we were old enough, my siblings and I spent much of our play time unsupervised. There were five of us and only two adults. I suspect our parents realised quite early that we had some practical common sense about us, and they did teach us the basic rules of life – that actions have consequences and that some things are out-of-bounds for very good reasons. Well, actually it was my uncle who probably taught those lessons best when …
