I’m having fun with this. Must be. It’s day 6, and the days and lessons are flying by.
Our lesson for today was more challenging: Create a story using photography. I was stumped on this one, and took my time trying to figure out what story my food might tell. As a poet and a writer, this should be easy. It wasn’t.
My first story was about making garlic dressing. A couple of eggs and some garlic. No story.
My second story was about organic, home-grown tomatoes. Heritage varieties. Ugly little beasties with spots and stripes and scars and mismatched sizes. Just the way organic is meant to be: delicious, healthy and pig-ugly. I set a bowl of ugliness in the midst of herbs. Story. Ugly turned gorgeous. Lots of fairytales based on that sort of palaver. The end.
And we all ate happily ever after…