Meticulous Consumption
I may be a food-snorting sow. This does not discount the fact of my little piggy conscience. Even in a reverie of extreme truffle type worship, my internal snout of guilt may quiver. Oink.
Perhaps it was the film The High Cost of Low Price that transformed me from sluggish consumer into, um, sluggish but remorseful consumer. Whatever the case, I now find myself carefully vexing over the provenance of everything I purchase. Including, of course, that stuff I purchase most carefully: food.
I’m certain you’re familiar with the Slow Food types. In fact, Australian piglets will be able to (slowly) inhale the fruits of this radical, slow labour this very weekend. Even though, to paraphrase an associate of mine, the Slow Foodies can tend toward an unfortunate Spelt and Lentil menu, they basically rock. Who’d-a-thunk that a broad cultural conscience could taste so good? This is where anti-globalisation and delectable hedonism meet. Should be more of it.
Baby, if I can’t have a little Chevre every other week, it ain’t my revolution.
Through a mild flirtation with Slow Food, I’ve become more conversant with Fair-trade. Again, I’m happy to report that compassion for one’s fellows need not always taste of Stalinist granola.
In fact, it can taste as good as Cocolo.
I’ve been barely able to stick to my one bar a week rule. It’s fair-trade, it’s Swiss made and, baby, it’s all organic. Organic evaporated cane juice is used to sweeten my new favourite High GI treat which also alleviates a little guilt: apparently there is greater bioavailability of nutrients in cane juice than refined white sugar.
Oh, and I ought to mention that it’s Australian.
I’m uncertain how polished my cocoa solids palate is - I’m obviously a bit of a yob as I generally prefer a good strong milk chocolate to the rigours of dark. But I do know that this blameless treat is my new favourite.
I’m certain you’re familiar with the Slow Food types. In fact, Australian piglets will be able to (slowly) inhale the fruits of this radical, slow labour this very weekend. Even though, to paraphrase an associate of mine, the Slow Foodies can tend toward an unfortunate Spelt and Lentil menu, they basically rock. Who’d-a-thunk that a broad cultural conscience could taste so good? This is where anti-globalisation and delectable hedonism meet. Should be more of it.
Baby, if I can’t have a little Chevre every other week, it ain’t my revolution.
Through a mild flirtation with Slow Food, I’ve become more conversant with Fair-trade. Again, I’m happy to report that compassion for one’s fellows need not always taste of Stalinist granola.
I’ve been barely able to stick to my one bar a week rule. It’s fair-trade, it’s Swiss made and, baby, it’s all organic. Organic evaporated cane juice is used to sweeten my new favourite High GI treat which also alleviates a little guilt: apparently there is greater bioavailability of nutrients in cane juice than refined white sugar.
Oh, and I ought to mention that it’s Australian.
I’m uncertain how polished my cocoa solids palate is - I’m obviously a bit of a yob as I generally prefer a good strong milk chocolate to the rigours of dark. But I do know that this blameless treat is my new favourite.





















Boat Heaven
Great Blog here.