by Katie Watchorn
Katie’s last day ! Thanks so much for sharing with us here. Loved the mix of communal pleasure in eating and sharing food, and talking about it, plus the solo-drive sustaining bites off the end of a red pepper, a kind of metabolism of the passenger car seat…
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Kate + Sinae
A slow morning. I get up, I put on a whites wash, I turn on the dishwasher, I remove the onions from the sinkhole, I make a pot of coffee, I lie down and read Catflap. I think about breakfast. I think, do I want porridge or maybe just yoghurt? There isn’t a whole lot of fruit in the house.
Of course I make porridge. Oat milk and liberal Maldon salt and I actually add some of that quince jam on top for cheese but I think it can be for porridge too. I mix in hemp seeds, the last of last night's Greek yoghurt. A fistful of granola. I wish I had some berries of any kind but the Greek yoghurt brings some freshness and sourness. Another drizzle of potent pumpkin seed oil. I eat some grapes on the side for good measure, for some reason I don’t think grapes belong on podge. I eat a mouthful standing up waiting for the kettle to boil and wowwee this is a particularly good bowl.
The boys come down and I tell them all about my porridge excitedly. They don’t give a shit, they’re having sausage sandwiches. So good to be in the kitchen with people again, and not on my own in the car. Sausages spitting in the pan. We chat about fave sausages. Mine are most definitely Superquinn sausages. Maybe a Denny’s in second.
We go to Holywood for a walk by the sea. It’s so so mild atm! Coffee, and Dean gets a strawberry glazed donut, we all take a bite (second strawb flavoured sweet thing we’ve shared in as many days).
Decide to get a late lunch in Holywood too because we’re not going to be in the house to make dinner this eve. I choose badly (so bad when this happens) and get a really below par salad that I’m not even bothered taking a pic of. I finish off Tom’s chowder which is pretty good. Smoky creamy and fishy. In retrospect we are next to the sea and I should have gotten a fish dish.
Not sure what I’m gonna do tomorrow when I don’t have to record my food anymore. Some images that didn’t make the cut this week to finish out:
Katie Watchorn (@katiewatchorn) is an Irish visual artist who primarily makes sculpture. She is currently living in Belfast.