Scary stories from a lovely place
Saw the movie ‘Food Inc’ tonight. I’ve wanted to see it for weeks but when such features as Robin Hood and Prince of Persia come online, a documentary about where food comes from pales into insignificance. But finally we went. It was good. Challenging and interesting, but not manipulative like a Micheal Moore documentary.
I’ve always been into this stuff. Cooking from scratch, not eating procesed, eating vegetables that aren’t totally uniform, knowing where my meat comes from and how it’s been killed. But I want to try more. Going to a butcher who carves the meat in front of me, buying from small business, finding a good farmer’s market, eating less meat, salt and sugar, buying food that’s made in South Africa. I just discovered that my Pick ‘n Pay brand chickpeas are from Italy. Surely I can buy chickpeas that haven’t travelled thousands of kilometres to Brixton Mall? It’s just weird.
Stephen’s getting into it too. He has even suggested meatless Monday, which I plan to turn into meaty Monday, the only day in the week that we eat meat. I’m not sure how successful that will be. And we’re going to plant potatoes. He’s irish after all.