I think of those dear aunts in the market. There are millions of women working and touching our lives with their efforts, not only around food, but all over the world. How strong they are all. How beautiful they are all!
The women is making tandoori bread in a village near Cappadocia. Her deep blue eyes immediately impress, but she cannot see very well, even though she is only 52 years old, from working with fire and smoke every day for hours. Deep lines on her forehead are ahead of her age. Still, “I’m glad I’m working. It feels good for me, ”he says. One cannot get enough of chatting. In a nearby village market, another woman sells yogurt made from the milk of her only cow. He was in his seventies. Every week, he carries those heavy yoghurt bins alone from his village to the market place. Despite all this, his eyes are laughing.

I think of those dear aunts in the market. There are millions of women working and touching our lives with their efforts, not only around food, but all over the world. How strong they are all. How beautiful they are all!
The women is making tandoori bread in a village near Cappadocia. Her deep blue eyes immediately impress, but she cannot see very well, even though she is only 52 years old, from working with fire and smoke every day for hours. Deep lines on her forehead are ahead of her age. Still, “I’m glad I’m working. It feels good for me, ”he says. One cannot get enough of chatting. In a nearby village market, another woman sells yogurt made from the milk of her only cow. He was in his seventies. Every week, he carries those heavy yoghurt bins alone from his village to the market place. Despite all this, his eyes are laughing.