Food in in a Time of Lockdown - by Alex Marchant
I’ve never been a ‘foodie’, defined by the Cambridge Dictionary as ‘a person who loves food and is very interested in different types of food ’, let alone any type of gourmet or epicure. I once traumatized my closest friend in my early teens by saying I’d be happy enough to live on food pills. I had read and watched a lot of science fiction in which the shiny folk of the future (this was the 1970s and 1980s when the iconic year 2000 was still a long way off) wouldn’t waste precious leisure time cooking and would simply knock back a couple of pills to keep themselves going while conquering new worlds. ( Soylent Green hadn’t penetrated my consciousness at that point.) My friend recently reminded me of that – in her eyes – faux pas. Food had always been important to her and her family, whereas I was brought up on a typical British working-class family diet for that time: meat and two veg, always potatoes, a roast on Sunda...