Took advantage of being down Kensington way today to check out the Whole Foods hypermarket at High St Ken. Very big, lots of stuff but somehow too glossy. Felt like being in Selfridges Food Hall. Give me Better Foods or the Sweetmart anyday.
On the subject of food, I had lunch with an 18 year old boy the other day: his consisted of white bread sandwiches with chicken/lettuce/mayo gunk; sweet chilli crisps; a bottle of Lucozade; and a huge chocolate doughnut. Later on he had a pizza, and then chips, because the pizza was 'disgusting'. I mentioned this to another lad later in the week. What's wrong with that, he said, as he started on his Pot Noodle sandwiches (4 slices of bread, butter, Pot Noodle - what could be simpler? He did have wholemeal bread though, but only because he knew I'd be watching - the white bread is 'hidden' from me, along with the Cheerios, on top of the cupboard).
As someone who feels they're taking their life into their own hands if they have the occasional slice of white toast round their mother's house, I find this very disturbing. I will have to step up my nagging. Or drag them along to the next Love Food Festival.
