They were so incredibly fragrant and perfumed – even the stalks were aromatic.
I find food to be such an interesting anthropological study. What you eat, I believe, reveals so much more about you than what you wear or what job you do. And what you don’t or won’t eat says even more. Over the years I’ve discovered what my friends and family like to eat and what they don’t – my stepson doesn’t eat seafood, my step-daughter is a vegetarian, my mother-in-law won’t eat offal, my husband won’t touch quiche, one of my girlfriends dry retches at the thought of goat, my mum can’t eat prawns, my sister has to lather her food with chilli – and I don’t like cream! Believe me, preparing a family meal that pleases everyone can be nightmarish for the home-cook.
Which is why there is no greater pleasure than when someone else cooks for me. They can run the diplomatic gauntlet thank you very much!
The hardest trying-to-please-everyone meal must be the convention meal when the food has to please everyone and offend no-one. Impossible. That’s why I always find the old-fashioned alternating plates on a table at a function such straightforward common sense. Don’t like your chicken? Then swap it for my lamb. Easy. That’s what they did at the Bus Victoria ‘Women on the Move’ lunch at the Windsor Hotel in Melbourne on Wednesday. The result? No tantis.