‘As adults, food became a shared language when words failed us.’ A graphic essay by Ella Bucknall about eating with her brother.
What a beautiful way of remembering your brother. I’m so sorry for your loss.
To Pat.
A wonderful tribute, I’m very sorry for your loss.
This is really beautiful. Thank you
Beautiful. I lost my mum last year and so many foods bring memories: thickly spread butter and marmite on toast; the crack of the skin on a perfectly roast chicken; ripe figs warmed in the sun.
Thank you for sharing this.
This is so beautiful. Thank you Ella, and I'm so very sorry.
That was really beautiful and evocative. Thanks.
What a beautiful way of remembering your brother. I’m so sorry for your loss.
To Pat.
A wonderful tribute, I’m very sorry for your loss.
This is really beautiful. Thank you
Beautiful. I lost my mum last year and so many foods bring memories: thickly spread butter and marmite on toast; the crack of the skin on a perfectly roast chicken; ripe figs warmed in the sun.
Thank you for sharing this.
This is so beautiful. Thank you Ella, and I'm so very sorry.
That was really beautiful and evocative. Thanks.