Still life with pie and tomato sauce

I think the Big T has been watching too many episodes of MasterChef.

Six Word Saturday; evening edition

Is it too soon to add tea blender to my resume?

In Wellington recently I had a really good pot of green tea (at Dumpling’d on Boulcott Street for anyone local). The menu described it as green tea with rose petals and fruit, and it was delicious.

I’m dubious about a lot of flavoured teas since I discovered the added sugars, oil and sundry other ingredients in the fine print, but I figured I could probably get close to replicating the taste with — well, green tea, rosebuds and fruit.

I was right.

The green and rosebud teas came from our local Asian grocer, and the fruit is dried apple slices from the supermarket. My first attempt wasn’t great, but second time round I was more generous with the roses and apple, and I added some fresh lemon thyme from the garden.

I would do my happy dance, but I don’t want to spill tea down my front.

Luck

Pea, mint and feta fritters with roasted asparagus. Image: Su Leslie

If I seem even more food-obsessed than usual this weekend, it’s partly because I had some sort of gastric bug earlier in the week and couldn’t eat for a couple of days; but mostly because I am feeling incredibly lucky and grateful to actually have food.

The more I read about the climate catastrophe engulfing the planet, the collapse of eco-systems and the horrendous loss of species after species, the more I wonder how much longer I can take for granted the means to produce even simple, vegetarian meals like these fritters and asparagus.

The generation I was born into the tail-end of has often been called “the lucky generation”, but I fear if we don’t all make radical changes very soon, our luck will run out.

One Word Sunday | luck

And yes, it’s not a one-word post, but the prompt for a rant on something about which I feel very strongly.