I planted hydrangeas last year. They weren’t expensive, but I don’t want to spend money on commercially grown flowers that are imported from abroad. So these flowers are free. The jam jar I got from my cupboard is also reusable. So these flowers are zero carbon and zero cost and as I popped them on the mantel piece I got thinking. Why do I do this? Why do I write and why do I spend my time talking on the radio talking about how to cook from scratch, and grow their own flowers? It’s sure not for money I can tell you that!
I was wondered if I do this for affirmation? Perhaps I write as I need to be acknowledged? But then I thought about it and remembered all the radio shows that I have done have not even had a comment or a phone call, and some blog posts I have written are just completely ignored. Nope its not that. It’s not for wanting to be liked either. In fact if I am honest I’ve never been that popular, and I don’t really care that much about being liked. Either you like me or you don’t.
The people that matter, those closest to me, they know me, and love me for who I am and that is all I need emotionally.
So my I find myself practically needing my keyboard like a drug fix this morning. As I realised in the night why I need to write and talk. It’s because I am really an anarchist. Yes I know you are now laughing and wondering if I have gone slightly mad, but I am serious.
I am a middle class, middle age revolutionary and this is my way of doing that. I am in truth, terrified of what we are doing to our world. The world my children will inherit from us, and yet wherever I look so many things are simply wrong. I can’t fix the world. I realised that years ago and it took all my strength not to decide to leave all together. When I made the decision to stay I decided that I would make a difference, and although this blog is about food and life it is also about choices. I chose to be here.
Yes it is full of pretty pictures and recipes, but the messages are carried across are real. They are true. Stick you fingers up at the system. Grow your own vegetables, plant your own fruit trees, have posts of herbs growing at your back door, keep your own chickens, buy your food from your local butcher, fishmonger and grocer, cut flowers from your garden an recycle your belongings and make home made gifts.
Ok so appreciate that I am not tying myself to a tree on a construction site or leading a group of revolutionary housewives to Downing street. This is my way. To talk and write in a way that changes the way people live. A real revolution in thinking starts with you. My reader. These small changes in every day life will make the difference in the end. No one person can change the world, but collectively we can.
So although it may be full of vintage pretty pictures and a cakes, but this is the way I choose, because it is the way I know and it really doesn’t have to be uncomfortable to make a statement. In fact my kind of anarchy is quieter, perhaps more subtle .. but it still that. It is still my way of giving the finger to the constant aggressive insidious pressure of commercialism that is ruining our world. I just happen to enjoy it as part of my every day life, and that is why I write because I believe that I can make a difference.