I doubt that I will ever become a true locavore.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for the principles of eating (and drinking) locally, when and where possible, but I am ever appreciative of the ease with which we can import that which is neither cultivated nor produced here. Potato-heavy though my diet (naturally) is, I think that I would find it impossible to confine myself solely to the food and drink which emanates from within our Irish borders. Or would I?
It happens every time I go to the Asia Market. I can never restrict my purchases to those items on my pre-scribbled list. My eyes wander the shelves and I invariably leave laden with bags of beans, nuts, rice, lentils, tins of coconut milk, assorted Asian vegetables, various spices and who-knows-what-else, when all I really went in for was some ginger.
This time, I was hunting the shelves for cashew nuts, but something else entirely caught my eye…