Meyer lemons

Growing up in Auckland we never bought lemons, there always seemed to be one on the tree in the garden – and when ours occasionally wasn’t fruiting, then someone else’s was. By late winter in Auckland when the city’s suburbs are at their most colourless, trees stripped leafless under overcast skies, it’s the glow of…

Marmite

There’s a joke by English comedian Peter Kay that goes like this: “I’m in a great mood tonight because the other day I entered a competition and I won a year’s supply of Marmite……… one jar.” As long as Marmite has been around the problem for its marketeers has never been awareness – who doesn’t…

Feijoas

Until this Autumn – my first cohabiting with a feijoa tree – the short-seasoned feijoa was a near-mythical fruit that used to appear in generous supermarket bag donations on the doorstep. I’d immediately set upon them to devour the sweet fragrant honey-coloured flesh in obscene quantities.     I couldn’t understand why people would give…

Meat pie

On Fridays we used to get a gold coin to buy lunch at the school tuck shop. Come 12:30 this was exchanged for a meat pie whose wafts of warm pastry and unctuous savoury gravy had been drifting through the school corridors all week (hopefully not the same pie, although possibly…)   The meat pie…