It's so dry. No rain. We've put in the oats with the hope that they'll manage to struggle up to the top with some tiny green shoots. On my walk with Bennie yesterday along the farm lanes in between crunchy dry paddocks you could see the wide cracks in the earth along the side of the road. It's been so very dry. And even though we've got politicians in the media every day promising just about everything for everybody if we let them wear the biggest hat in town, I'd hate to rely on them. Far away from the steering committees and policy advisory boards people are digging holes and putting the seeds of food in the ground for our survival. My trip to the big shop with the bright lights, trolleys and long double sided aisles gave me a sense that real food was disappearing off the shelves. I'm not talking about empty shelves. No they're stacked full of bright, shiny packets with images of cooked food on the front and a list of unheard of ingredients on the back. All very instant. In the 70's they called it 'convenience' food. Now it's called snacks. Snacks seem to be replacing ingredients. The choices are getting smaller and smaller and what was once a shelf with three or four brands of the same product, is now a choice of the house brand being the cheaper option and one other. And when no one buys the house brand, the other seems to magically disappear somewhere. Unfortunately this is occurring more and more as our purchasing is directed and monitored through the data available to these giants. It's clever. But it still smells. And whilst they react instantly to trends and customer feedback, at the end of the day their shop is about profit. Not our nutrition. So if the Easter Bunny dares rock up to my house with anything dairy free or soy based, he'll be conveniently crock potted.
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