Lunch (half as good as Kirt's is good enough)

Ten years ago when I lived in the land of the Little Mermaid, Lego and giant white windmills, I ate rugbrod (how do I put the cross through the o?? Mari?) for lunch. Lunch everyday. At school with herring and nutella, not together. Big family feasts on the farm on the weekends with open sandwiches and different fillings like beetroot salad and seafood and everything fresh. Lots of talking and me listening (and saying a few things). That's where I learnt about listening.

There is nothing like Kirt's rugbrod (a really stodgy almost black rye bread with lots of seeds) here. There's a bakery at Wahroonga that comes kind of close, but the closest so far comes from a box - from Ikea, where you just add water, shake, and pour and bake yourself two loaves. No kneading, mixing, or rising.

And with tomato and salt for lunch, I am almost on the farm in winter with my big family of foster kids and two amazing parents. A man big hearted and a wiry woman, always tired with the hard work of raising troubled children, five of them. And then they added me, they showed such love for a girl they hardly knew.

This is Kirt's comfort food, in the true sense of the word.