It’s scary the value a typical Irish mother places on an Easter Sunday dinner. Anyone who grew up in a Catholic household can recall the outrageous number of preparations that were put in place for a simple meal. Lambs were slaughtered, mint was suspended in jelly, and gravy was stirred relentlessly to rid it of any distasteful lumps. This meal became an edible representation of her motherhood, symbolising love, dedication and tireless labour. This meal was more than just food. “Just food”. The phrase, to be frank, is laughable. There is no such thing as “just food”. Every single human being is controlled by food. … Continue reading A Bold Portrayal of the Power that Diets Can Award to Food: Bite Me