Dan Barber waxes lyrical about foie gras. Not, you might think, the most agrobiodiversity-laden topic in the world. And entirely inappropriate given that a billion people don’t have enough to eat. Hear him out, though, and then decide whether what he says makes sense.
Great story. It surely is a stretch from that fabulous farm to feeding the hungry, but it is good to see that some are where I wish we all could be. Among the trees, watching the wild geese come in. Anyway, I am booking a flight to Extramdura. My kingdom for a guilt-less foie gras. I’ll compensate by fasting for a month. Not that I am totally deprived: I recently had a delightful filet de zébu au foie gras in Antananarivo, Madagascar. The menus there are stacked with foie gras, it is even available on pizzas. French heritage, and ducks do well in their (rice) wetlands. I did not dare to ask whether they use the gavage.
Yes, indeed, a great, inspiring story — and/or an example of one of Paul Collier’s Three Giants of Romantic Populism. The trick is going to find a way to do this AND feed the world.