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MYMEALS ONWHEELS
Looking back on things now, perhaps my being a 'van-vendor' or a mobile canteen
owner was meant to be. I've pretty much always been on the road. My father's work
involved moving around a lot, so by the time I was fifteen, I had been to six different
schools! When I was at college studying Hospitality, I began to work part-time for a
programme called 'Meals On Wheels'.
I was a volunteer who drove a van stocked with prepared food. I handed out the food
to various elderly or ill people who couldn't prepare meals for themselves. The meals were
really good. All well prepared, with hygiene and nutrition taking priority, and people even
had choices of vegetarian, diabetic or particular types of ethnic cuisine.
I had to stop working there when I got a full-time job for a catering business. I learnt
many tricks of the food trade there as well, but my goal was to become my own boss. I
didn't have enough money to open up a restaurant though, and I was still young and unsure
of exactly what I wanted to do.
A trip to Japan was the inspiration for my current mobile food business. I loved
trying the variety of foods at the 'yatai' or street stalls. One of the owners told me that 'yatai'
actually means 'a cart with a roof', and I even saw some of these traditional food pushcarts
being towed around. What I also saw were the modern equivalents, large vans that had been
converted into mobile kitchens with a large serving window in their side. Customers would
line up by the dozens to buy their range of offerings.
goldfish, Once an old man and an old woman Threw a goldfish into the water and returned home. The old woman asks him: “Have you caught a lot, old man?” - “Yes, just one goldfish, and he threw it into the sea; she prayed strongly: let her go, she said, in the blue sea; I will become useful to you: whatever you wish, I will do everything! I took pity on the fish, did not take a ransom from it, let it go free for nothing. “Oh, you old devil! Great happiness fell into your hands, but you didn’t manage to control it. ”The old woman got angry, scolds the old man from morning to evening, does not give him peace:“ If only she begged for bread! After all, soon there will be no dry crust; what are you going to eat?" The old man could not stand it, he went to the goldfish for bread; came to the sea and shouted in a loud voice: “Fish, fish! Become a tail in the sea, head to me. The fish swam to the shore: “What do you want, old man?” - "The old woman was angry, she sent for bread." “Go home, you will have plenty of bread.” The old man came back: “Well, old woman, is there bread?” - “There is plenty of bread; Yes, that's the trouble: the trough has split, there is nothing to wash the linen in; go to the goldfish, ask for a new one.” The old man went to the sea: “Fish, fish! Become a tail in the sea, head to me. A goldfish swam: “What do you want, old man?” - "The old woman sent, she asks for a new trough." “All right, you’ll have a trough too.” The old man turned back, only through the door, and the old woman again pounced on him: “Go,” she says, “to the goldfish, ask them to build a new hut; you can’t live in ours, and look what falls apart!” The old man went to the sea: “Fish, fish! Become a tail in the sea, head to me. The fish swam, became its head to him, its tail in the sea and asks: “What do you need, old man?” - “Build us a new hut; the old woman swears, does not give me peace; I don’t want, he says, to live in an old hut: it’s all going to fall apart!” "Don't worry, old man! Go home and pray to God everything will be done.”