Living in health-conscious California, it was impossible not to learn all about the food we eat. Product labels in the US are loaded with so much information (and complicated enough that I once took a four-hour class to learn to decode supermarket labels to access nutritional information!) that learning was just an inescapable fact of life. It stared at me from every Michael Pollan book my local library displayed in its reading area and nudged me from every aisle at grocery stores, until I finally began buying my produce from the local farmers market, held each Sunday to the eclectic sounds of different instruments. But the harp, bagpipes or cellos played by local musicians didn’t entirely soothe me into a sense of safety as I navigated luscious, red strawberries and nectarines (artificial colour? High pesticide-residue?) or brown eggs (antibiotic or hormone reinforced?) or lettuce heads (chemically fertilised?)"
Organic issue
Organic issue: "I am a self-confessed locavore, a wannabe-vegan and a sucker for organic produce that is pesticide-free, grown without being chemically fertilised, as close to home as possible. I’ve grown spinach, salad and herbs in my yard (successfully), potatoes and tomatoes (unsuccessfully and with growing desperation), and relate very closely to William Alexander’s $64 tomato. And yes, I am ready to pay extra for this, even when it pinches (and it does!).
Living in health-conscious California, it was impossible not to learn all about the food we eat. Product labels in the US are loaded with so much information (and complicated enough that I once took a four-hour class to learn to decode supermarket labels to access nutritional information!) that learning was just an inescapable fact of life. It stared at me from every Michael Pollan book my local library displayed in its reading area and nudged me from every aisle at grocery stores, until I finally began buying my produce from the local farmers market, held each Sunday to the eclectic sounds of different instruments. But the harp, bagpipes or cellos played by local musicians didn’t entirely soothe me into a sense of safety as I navigated luscious, red strawberries and nectarines (artificial colour? High pesticide-residue?) or brown eggs (antibiotic or hormone reinforced?) or lettuce heads (chemically fertilised?)"
Living in health-conscious California, it was impossible not to learn all about the food we eat. Product labels in the US are loaded with so much information (and complicated enough that I once took a four-hour class to learn to decode supermarket labels to access nutritional information!) that learning was just an inescapable fact of life. It stared at me from every Michael Pollan book my local library displayed in its reading area and nudged me from every aisle at grocery stores, until I finally began buying my produce from the local farmers market, held each Sunday to the eclectic sounds of different instruments. But the harp, bagpipes or cellos played by local musicians didn’t entirely soothe me into a sense of safety as I navigated luscious, red strawberries and nectarines (artificial colour? High pesticide-residue?) or brown eggs (antibiotic or hormone reinforced?) or lettuce heads (chemically fertilised?)"
