Nourishing Plant Based Recipes
Echoing with the sound of thunder, a wave collided with the cliffs below; loose rocks tumbled away from the jagged walls like stale breadcrumbs. My lips quivered under it’s power, or was it the ground trembling beneath my aching feet? In exhaustion, I questioned my ability to continue walking; we had now walked over 210km with a few days remaining. The wind tousled my hair and sea-spray caressed my cheeks in encouragement. …
What I adore about the internet is the accessibility to knowledge, and the ability to connect with so many talented individuals.
When I stumbled upon Loknesse’s website, The Missing Lokness, I was completely smitten with her photographs, her recipe’s and blog posts. There was something about her work that resonated with me; I had to meet her! I summoned the courage and emailed her asking for her time; to my gratitude, she agreed. …
The sun bounced through the windows blanketing the room with a gentle light. Standing behind the view-finder of my camera, I gazed in awe at the dish presented in-front of me. The bruschetta sat proudly on the plate staring back at me, its shoulders cloaked by a thin layer of quivering mozzarella. I hesitated glancing between my camera and the plate. It was dishevelled but in its simplicity, the burschetta was entirely irresistible. …
I collapsed onto the wooden chair with a heavy sigh, my feet were fatigued. We had walked from Taormina to a quaint town perched on the cliffs above, Castelmola. Beneath a medieval church in Piazza Chiesa Madre, we discovered a small restaurant and ordered lunch. I savoured the sun’s warm rays on my neck while watching two lovers at the adjacent table. Interrupting my gaze, the waiter placed our entrée on the table, bruschetta.
I lifted the thick toast to my lips and took a bite. The bread crunched beneath my teeth. My neck lunged forward trying to catch the crumbs from falling; it is impossible to eat this dish gracefully. Pieces of tomato flesh, seeds and juice filled my mouth, enriched by the sweet floral basil leaves. It was perfectly balanced, refreshing and completely intoxicating….
The morning air was cool and filled with the sounds of doves gently purring. I shivered pulling my jumper tighter against my body. He wrapped his warm arms around me and leant his chin on my shoulder “it’s beautiful isn’t it?” The sun was dancing on the horizon revealing Taormina below; indeed, it was breathtaking. As the sky displayed a gorgeous palette of colours, I savored the morning stillness.
Before we left France it was snowing; the days were short and I can’t quite recall the last time I felt the sunshine caress my cheeks. Our time on the Mediterranean was the heavenly break we needed. …
