made with love... beware!

A trip to a far-away blog land called http://ziggythoughts.blogspot.com/ inspired me to share a little food tale.

In a beautiful sub-tropical part of Australia, close to the Pacific but not actually on the beach, is a small town called Nimbin. Just inland from Byron Bay, in the hinterland. It is famous for its drugs and drug users. Years ago my non-drug-using parents took me and my younger bro there, when we were visiting friends who live nearby. After touring the Marijuana Museum, we went for breakfast at the only cafe that was open. It only served vegen food. If I can make a criticism of vegan food, it would have to be that it is frequently 1) brown, 2) chewy, and 3) unidentifiable. So my brother ordered some thing or other, and a steaming rubbery brown dish was served to him and the friendly waitress tipped her head on its side and said, "I hope you like it, it was made with love!" What a nice thing to say! Problem - food not good. Extraterrestrial, in fact.

So, whenever we are a bit apprehensive about the ingredients we've used, or the final product we've come up with, or if the food is starting to look in some way like it might be served up in a vegan cafe for in Nimbin...
we smile gaily, and declare to the eaters (or victims, however you see it) that it was made with love. And let them be warned!