Wednesday, July 15, 2009

A good friend


Every morning at about nine and again at about eleven I call on my friend here. While tea is all the rage I celebrate my old-schoolness, black no sugar.

When I mentioned to a friend a while ago that we will quickly need to cease our reliance on the transportation of goods and resources he agreed, however added that there should be a few exceptions like spices and other things only grown in the tropics. We white people can be so flexible with our ethics. My preferred bean comes from Goroka in Papua New Guinea, owned and operated by locals and is certified organic by NASSA.

Of course the exceptions will soon be determined for us by energy descent and climate change. These luxurious days are numbered.

2 comments:

(Text)ure and (me)aning said...

You know I have to say
due to the fact that
the coffee from the cafe set of Elwood
is neither fair trade or any good,
while at work,
I have been indulging in
The old plunger....
black, no sugar
(organic, fair trade)
and its delicious

The Garden of Self-Defence said...

i was going to mention that most of the cafes in daylesford are neither fair trade nor organic, but thought i'd just show my non-participation with a peg of our stovetop.