We got to where we are in only a couple of decades. What could the pathway forward look like? And who will be the change – society, policymakers, farm advisors, farmers, consumers? You?
My Nuffield study has very much expanded from my original idea as I have come across new concepts, learned some about economics and policy, and traveled. As I delved deeper, new elements came to the surface, and I need to speak out about them. Of particular concern are the often subtle health-related issues revolving around the food that is coming from Canadian farm fields. This is an awakening that we all need to have. But what is not subtle is the death of bees.
As eaters, we need to ask: ‘what is the story behind this food I am about to purchase?’ As farmers, when we climb into our tractors and head for the field, we need to ask ourselves very seriously, ‘why am I doing this?’ Or, ‘what can I not do today?’ Heaven forbid, if we should sit around all day and do nothing, or take a holiday!
You have all heard the story of the pot roast:
A father and his daughter are in the kitchen preparing the evening meal for the family that has gathered. Dad pulls the roasting pan out of the oven. Surrounding the boneless blade eye roast (Ontario beef of coarse, but I can’t remember if it is corn fed or grass fed), the pot is filled with carrots and potatoes and other vegetables. As the daughter looks at this great feast, she notice’s the roast has been cut in two: a bigger piece and a smaller piece cut off the end. She asks her father why he has cut the end off the roast. “That’s the way my mother showed me how to cook a roast,” was his response.
Next day, the daughter calls her grandmother, “Grandma, why do you cut off the end of a roast of beef when you cook it?” “Darling, that’s the way my mother showed me how to cook a roast of beef.” The daughter was still not satisfied with this answer. Fortunately, Great Grandma was still around so she called her and asked: “Great Grandma, why do you cut off the end of a roast of beef when you cook it?” and to that she replied: “Oh darling, the roast wouldn’t fit into my pot.”