Winter is a beautiful thing. Throughout this wonderful season, I adore watching the colours shift in nature, the greens brighten to a burning red, the flower beds explode with colour or lay dormant with autumn fall. I dare say winter is perhaps my favourite of all the seasons, at not least of all because i’m inclined to eat more generously.
With winter my body calls for those vegetables which ground and nourish me, for fruits that support my immunity to the winter chills, for fat that aids to protect my vital organs. I bake and I stew. I plan my meals, soaking, sprouting or fermenting nuts, grains and seeds, and I cook in the most energising fashion that I know- slowly and at length. I simmer soups for hours, I turn rice into congee. In winter, I am more thankful than ever for man harnessing the power over fire, and I devote myself to its use. Winter is synonymous warm open fires, hot, nourishing beverages and listening to the rain hit the tin roof….