I woke up in the middle of the night last night and saw plastic bottles of milk lining ever-shifting aisles of supermarkets. The vision melted like soft cheese and its oozing mounds were filled by the udders of a thousand cows, where strapped to them were machines, as endless as the aisles, extracting the product that was to sit there in all those plastic bottles.
Rarely in the annals of food writing have we seen the species doing the writing (and eating) subject to the same wondrous attention as the species being consumed. An overdue and important correction.
Rarely in the annals of food writing have we seen the species doing the writing (and eating) subject to the same wondrous attention as the species being consumed. An overdue and important correction.