Bogong moth puttanesca / Job at Fair Food

bogong moth

  Bogong moth puttanesca   Last night when Antony Green revealed that the nation had collectively chosen to buy a negatively-geared townhouse in Airport West over saving the Great Barrier Reef I began imagining my family’s off-grid future. First thing next week we would sell-up, leave all those greedy people to their capital gains exemptions […]

Between convenience and connection

Murnong planting day Joes Garden

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 […]

Inner-curmudgeoning. Asian Cooking Box. Job going at Fair Food.

A couple of weeks ago I went to Bendigo to the Community Food Hubs Conference. I’ve been going to local food gatherings like this for 15 years now and as I drove up the Calder my inner-curmudgeon grizzled, “Haven’t we said it all before?  Is there actually anything left to talk about?” I’m sure it’s no different in […]

What this country needs… / When the feijoa comes

What this country needs…. This weekend coming Mathees, Fair Food’s Production Supervisor, moves his young family into their own new house.  Mathees has worked at Fair Food since the first veggie box rolled off the conveyor almost seven years ago.  Mathees is a Tamil, he fled civil war in Sri Lanka and came to Australia as […]

Plastic free mind / Seeking a self-seeder

Merri Creek plastic

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 […]

Don't plant in winter months beginning with 'J'. Go toward the light Ameen.

This morning while I froze on the sidelines at my son’s footy game I thought of the Foothills Organics crew down in Colac harvesting in the frost.  My hands felt sympathy pains for whoever was washing the radishes and leeks.  When I got home I called Joe Sgro who said the frost had stuck around all morning.  He was hoping a band of […]