There are numerous boxes stacked high on top of one another in my mum and dad's garage. A treasure trove of forgotten objects and childhood memories. Dust clings to my hands as I rifle through soft teddies, school books, little trinkets. My old Driz-a-bone jacket, which still holds aromas of wet days and horse hair. A floppy disc labelled "Financial studies" brings back memories I would rather forget. I could get lost for hours - my head buried deep. It was my wooden flower p
Margins of time are so very precious - these in-between stolen moments can be found right throughout the day, after putting a load of washing on; while folding washing; washing the dishes; showering; taking a breather after chasing around little ones and the numerous nappy changes that a 4 month old requires! It was this very pie that was in fact created in these margins. An idea began to form as I was feeding our little girl, Viviana. Potatoes, silverbeet, ricotta... I didn'