Unbalanced Vision

A useless piece of information: according to the Observer, since 2000 all the food sold in Icelandic supermarkets are organic. This is a stark contrast with a few UK farmers who were recently discovered to pass off say, an overdose cow as one raised amongst clean streams happily grazing in the meadows. But what about the ones who support non-organic grub; has anyone cared about them? Perhaps we should label those food as well.

I went to visit J and her cat at their new flat in Notting Hill. As I walked through a short hallway of unpacked boxes (she only recently moved in), the hostess led me to a nicely laid out table ready for serving: a bottle waiting to be decanted and plates to be emptied. Now J and the feline are health nuts, one is an organic vegetarian, the other is satisfied with organic fish + milk. The dinner was great: red wine accompanied by rice cooked with raisins and nuts, peas, artichoke, bread, cheese and salmon. For dessert, I brought over special eggless cakes from Planet Organic, in case you ever need the type. This time is always the best, I love being around people who enjoy good food and conversation. On a different note, I also met J's British flatmate and his Chinese girlfriend. The flatmate speaks perfect Mandarin, and I sort of realised that from now on I shouldn't be too impressed when a foreigner can speak my mother tongue, for people are already learning English, Japanese, French, etc. We live in a global village and everyone is forever exchanging cultures.