Ryvita archway

I have always instigated that children should play with their food. How many times did your mother have to arrange your dinner in such a way that you found it fun to eat. My mum used to do us ” wigwams”.  That was a mound of mash potato with sausages for the poles and the peas were the ground it was pitched on. “Volcanoes” was a favorite of mine, this was just like a wigwam but with gravy poured over the top for the lava.

“Birds nests” was a nest made by moulding the mash with a fork so it had a straw like image then a poached egg in the centre.

Most of the favorites I remember had mash as it is so malable, but who hasn’t made a face or image with their food to encourage a clean plate. And how good is a food fight!

I have never grown out of this way of behaving with my food  as a chef staff often commented on me making cowboys out of the aubergines before chopping them up or making jewlery out of spaghetti e.t.c.

I took this a step further one night after being in a pub that had wonderful arched nooks in the walls.

I wanted to replicate this when I got home, so in my happy drunken state I began sticking Jacobs cream crackers to the walls with tile grout. When I woke up and saw my wall I decided it was going to stay & friends that visited did not realise it was crackers until it was pointed out. I the experimented with a few more using Ryvitas &  mini toast and when I have the time I have ideas for a few more using shreddies.

Mini toasts

When I went to put my house on the market 3 solicitors came to give a valuation. 2 said to remove the biscuits and paint the whole place with a fresh coat of white paint. The last one said ” this place is a little different, lets see what happens”. I left things as they were and had 5 people trying to outbid each other at the last day. Who say’s unconventional is a bad thing.

Jammy Dodger flowers.

I read a book of the Brittish Ambasador to The High Commisioner For Refugees diaries ( Angeina Jolie, notes from my travels ).

In these diary pages, many stories of hardship are told, but one in particular stunned me when I read it.

She writes of a family in Cambodia.

The man and wife have 6 children, one of which is a baby.

The woman has mental health struggles, so she leaves her husband,taking the baby with her.

The man is left to bring up the other 5 children alone.

He is blind.

A while after his wife leaves  them he is involoved in a landmine explosion, which takes off both his arms.

He then had to catch fish with his teeth to feed his children.