From defenders of the fair go to…..
From defenders of the fair go to….. On Friday the Fair Food crew went for a Tamil Feast at CERES, that’s us above. We were there to share a meal and catch up with our old workmate and Tamil Feast superstar, Nirma (waving at the back). As we ate, talked and laughed I looked around our table […]
Between convenience and connection
Between convenience and connection Yesterday morning at a small café off Sydney Road I shared a plate of fried dumplings with my eight year old son. The café was empty apart from a solitary diner across the room sipping her wonton soup . As we ate our food we curiously watched a stream of […]
Sofi’s Seasonal Signposts / Fair Food Job Closing
Sofi’s Seasonal Signposts Last week in a return-of-the-light antidote to mid-winter, post-election, extinction crisis despair I wrote about the first Murnong planting at Joe’s Garden, the CERES staff solstice bonfire and NUCA’s (Neighbours United for Climate Action) first meeting. I also wrote about an eight season calendar that I’d fallen in love with which I couldn’t quite fit in….until […]
Nine years later… / Send them home
Nine years later This week CERES Fair Food is nine. Fair Food was kind of an accident, it started life as a weekly veggie co-op for CERES staff. Each week a couple of co-op members would pack fruit and veg into boxes on a picnic table outside the old quarry hut. There were […]
Agroforestry’s time / Tamil Feast’s Richman
Agroforestry’s time It’s hard to know why some things get fished out of in-boxes while others, equally worthy of our attention, are left to drift by and wash up in the eddies of the unread. For some deeply unknowable reason this week I found the clickbait of the Victorian Government’s Report from The Independent […]
Plastic free mind / Seeking a self-seeder
Plastic free mind I wandered down to the Merri Creek this morning – no matter how long it’s been the creek always welcomes me back from whatever digital diversion that has kept me away. “Where’ve you been,” the muddy water, the yellow wattle flowers and wattlebirds ask. The winter flood had left its usual trove […]
