DEAR EDITOR,
I am fed up – which is quite the opposite of being well-fed. The other day my limited cooking skills were challenged momentarily when I extracted an oversized ‘pig-tail’ from a package clearly marked ‘pork-chops’.
The symbolism alone was just too much to bear – particularly coming after being confronted over recent weeks with crumbling ‘Club Social’ biscuits, a similarly inedible one-third of a crumpled CRIX package – which I kept for a while before giving up the earlier intention of confronting the supermarket concerned.
But reflecting on how inert their representatives on the floor have been to previous complaints, I dropped the weighty crumbs in the garbage on the way out, along with the package of wiri-wiri peppers that were all blackened at the core, just contrasting with the brown core of the thick-skinned onions I had also purchased.
One reason I kept hesitating about presenting all the evidence for review, included the fact that I may have lost control in any interaction with personnel hardly trained to conduct any type of investigation or analysis; on the ground, particularly since they were not involved in the procurement process. So that when I would have displayed the irregular shoots coming out of each stem of eschallot, I would only elicit speechless sympathy.
So I went to the fresh market – ending up fooling myself again with a pock-marked misshapen papaya – a contrast to the healthy species I have enjoyed in such Caribbean places like Jamaica, Dominica, Barbados and Tobago, for example. But since I am no longer very mobile, it seems I must either resign myself to contending with these local and even imported consumerables or resign from consuming them.
If per chance anyone thinks I have opened a can of worms, he/she should see the squid-like creature that was stuck to the cover of a tin of sardines when I opened it. I just had to keep it refrigerated as evidence for the next visitor to verify. E.B. John