Last night I made a beautiful salad for dinner. I felt like eating something fresh and delicious that was vibrant with colour and bursting with nutrients.
It was delectable. It was also shockingly expensive.
And it made me angry. Sure I like the odd craft beer, cold brew coffee and truffle-infused omelette with a side of smoked salmon, but generally I am not someone with fringe dietary requirements and I am not someone who falls for food trends – you won’t find nut butter or macro organic quinoa, or almond flour in my pantry.