In which the writer examines conservative principles concerning food for the poor, swears a lot, and goes full anarchist.
In which the writer gathers up links, repairs a frying pan, recommends another newsletter, and talks about seasonal food.
In which there is consideration of Brexit-related stockpiling & food shortages
In which there is autumnal food, and the writer declares other people's recipes heresy.
In which there is backyard food and foraging.
In which there is virtual conferencing, and the author considers research directions.
In which the writer makes raised pies. Pies pies pies.
In which the writer answers some questions, and then hares off after an Irish word unused in a millennium
In which the writer has another go, mostly accidentally, at supply lines
In which the writer rambles physically as well as metaphorically, and discovers fruit trees.
In which the writer digs into the 1970-1990s, and then wanders off into current food
In which the writer defends backyard farming, and muses more on Arabic cookery
