Editor’s Letter; Things We Love; Megan Nicol Reed; Make My Lunch
Laying low yesterday, after a particularly aggressive bout of food poisoning or whatever it was, two things struck me. One, that there’s nothing like your body urgently expelling whatever it is in your system it doesn’t want to give you a sudden moment of clarity: your body is not at your mind’s beck and call. We like to think we can bend/shape/control our bodies, if we only had the willpower, but actually, that’s rubbish, and realising it can put quite a few things into perspective. The second thing was how was I going to write about Gordon Ramsay and his lifelong passion for food, when the only thing I felt like consuming was a bucket of Hydralyte. It’s fashionable to be utterly obsessed with food, but it can also be exhausting. And if you’re someone like Ramsay, the quest to stay at the top of the pile can mean a level of stress and resulting behavior that can lead to having a certain reputation. But instead, Matt Suddain found Ramsay in charming form, full of the joys of life and rhapsodising lyrical about how much he loves New Zealand. How lovely. I might invite him over when he’s next here for a glass of water and a Vegemite sandwich.