Eat like an Egyptian
WATCHING a colleague this morning munching her way through a punnet of Egyptian strawberries, led me to the conclusion that globalisation is a wonderful thing. Until a few years ago, only the rich and famous could eat strawberries out of season - now jumbo jets fly them here along with Cypriot melons, mangoes, lychees and other exotic fuit and veg.
No doubt the harbingers of doom will shake their heads in despair at the sight of scores of planes arriving daily, laden down with such produce. "Just think how your are helping pollute the atmosphere in order to satiate your selfish hedonism," I can here them squawk. "You should make do with good English apples, not strawberries from the Nile delta."
Having mericlessly wound up my colleague at her thumbing her nose at global warming, I must confess that I'm rather on her side. Just think of the contribution she has made to the Egyption economy and employment by buying its strawberries. Supermarkets and barrow boys are meeting the demand of their customers for year round produce, which cannot be grown in UK.
And if we eat what only can be grown here, we'd soon all end up with scurvy, the remedy for which is neat lime juice - all of which would have to be imported because the climate isn't hot enough to grow our own limes!