As a Weekend Guardian and Observer reader, I get most bored by the pre-occupation with food. It’s not that I don’t care about what I eat. I turned piscivorous primarily in response to modern farming methods – not that I eat free range meat – about twelve years ago. I’ve no time for British farmers who refuse to take responsibility for a multitude of food scares over the last decade – ‘The government didn’t ban our dodgy practices… so it’s their fault!’ – and I think the USA is quite right to continue its ban on British meat. As for those who seem to think wrapping themselves in the Union Flag will protect them… well… who really cares what they catch.
Anyway. The GM debate has me on the side of the farmer and, once again, the USA. There’s a silly idea that natural (a hardly defined concept in itself) is somehow better than manmade. It’s an urban idea, I’m sorry to say, because country folk know only too well that there’s much poison in nature. Added to that, everything we eat has been ‘tampered’ with in some way.
We should continue to improve our food. Longer lasting grain that requires less water and less pesticide is a Good Thing and has the potential to make a major impact on world hunger. That doesn’t mean that I don’t understand that the primary goal of people like Monsanto is bigger profits. But hey! Bigger profits are my only hope for a decent pension.
I’ve meandered. The event that prompted this was going into Tesco to find them out of the normal freshly baked bread and having to pay another 20p (a 35 per cent premium) for an organic loaf. I didn’t expect to be able to tell the difference, but I certainly can. It tastes like a mass produced white, you know like Warburtons. Still warm when purchased, but barely fresh to taste and seemingly plasticated; when toasted the butter sits on it rather than soaking in as it should. Yuk!