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Doom, gloom, oil go boom
I'm reading - quickly, because it's overdue back at the library - "Eat your heart out" by Felicity Lawrence, she of "Not on the label" fame. And it has strengthened my resolve not to turn back to the supermarkets in this time of economic crisis. The True Food marketeers will no doubt be pleased.
Unlike most books on food and evil megacorps selling us unhealthy things and inorganic rock-based farming and so on, this one hasn't made me want to eat six beefburgers in a row. They usually do. One of them even made me want to drink Coke, which I loathe.
(Linnea is lying quietly awake in bed; she's ok, she says, and she doesn't want me with her, she says, but she's awake. I think we wont' be at art tomorrow morning).
Unlike most books on food and evil megacorps selling us unhealthy things and inorganic rock-based farming and so on, this one hasn't made me want to eat six beefburgers in a row. They usually do. One of them even made me want to drink Coke, which I loathe.
(Linnea is lying quietly awake in bed; she's ok, she says, and she doesn't want me with her, she says, but she's awake. I think we wont' be at art tomorrow morning).
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(And the burger thing, yeah. I had pretty much that reaction to Fast Food Nation, ending it with a deep desire to reinvestigate fast food. I was very well-informed about how bad it was, but on the other hand I'd just spent four hundred footnoted pages being told how it was engineered to taste exactly like what I would want...)