I have no idea what you’d make stacking shelves at Coles. But I didn’t need to know that to answer the question.
I’ve had jobs where I’ve sold my soul to the devil. I’ve worked for a major oil company in their head office in London while Greenpeace demonstrated outside and I should have been out there holding a protest banner. I’ve worked in advertising and executive search and given a pound of flesh for outcomes I really didn’t care two hoots about.
So would I be better off stacking shelves at Coles? The real answer is I couldn’t give a tinker’s cuss because what I have now, the richness of my world and my family’s life, is immeasurable. And when I walk across our bush block on a winter afternoon after rain, and breathe in the scent being released by the peppermint gums, I wouldn’t trade places with anybody.
All this came home to me last night when I went to the Sprout Tasmania dinner at Stillwater in Launceston, where chef Craig Will cooked pork from Langdale Farm, for the entrée in an intimate dinner for twenty.
Oliver’s a modest man, not shy but a little reserved. He’d rather chew his left arm off than go out and schmooze, meet people he doesn’t know and talk in front of an assembled party. Actually he’s gotten better at it over the years and even enjoys it despite himself with encouragement, but last night he was at home with the kids, while I did the schmoozing.
The real answer is that it’s not a question I’ve felt any need to ask myself, not for years.
This post appears on Fiona's blog about food and rural life in Tasmania, Apple Island Wife - which you might also like to visit!