I went to a close friend’s birthday party last night and these people like GOOD FOOD. Many a time I’ve shown up unannounced in the hope they’ll send me home with tupperware containers filled with tabbouleh or hummus made from scratch by some distant cousin or aunt. Heeeaven.
But last night, I really studied the food. Tomatoes tasted like tomatoes. And looked like tomatoes. Lettuce was fresh, crisp and didn’t have the flavour of solidified water. The strawberries could have come straight from a field. Why is it a novelty when food actually tastes the way nature intended? And is the next generation (and the one after and the one after) ever going to know what an apricot is meant to taste like? It can’t be good for us. It just can’t. Sad huh.