I am not a food writer, but as eating is something we do more than most things, food tends to be a large part of our lives.
I have the honour of being a committee member of a pocket park in my neighbourhood. Harlesden Town Garden is a sad rag to welcoming provider story. What once was a space regulated by prostitutes, drug addicts, dog fighters and ne'er do wells, is now a wonderfully used playground, picnic area, sports cage and productive allotment beds. One of these allotment bed holders was kind enough, during a local event, to gift me a large bag of own grown, organic chard.
