I will never forget the smell of my grandmother’s Fasolada*. She was a legendary cook because she could transform the most simple of ingredients into sheer joy.
The long table glowing draped with the white tablecloth, was set in the shade of the tall trees in her garden and laid simply with pickles, olives and bread. The whole family gathered for lunch. My grandmother would serve everyone’s bowls to the brim, my grandfather would strike a joke and with a glass of the house white in hand, we would all laugh and cheer, "Yia mas! - To our health!". We would then savour almost in silence another one of her glorious peasant foods. That's how good her food was.
My family taught me there is a lot of truth in the old knowledge. Not only that we are what we eat, but how we think and feel depends on what we eat.
When I came to London, I realised how the modern way of life has detached people from nature - particularly from eating natural, healthy, feel-good foods. I wondered how long could we last for if we keep on eating mass produced, processed meat and what is the real cost of those £1 burgers for the planet and ultimately for us.