Doo-dee-doo go I down the mega-grocer aisle with my family a few months ago. ‘Hey, let’s get some pickles!’, says I. Grab a jar. Get home. Read the label: Product of India. They’re pickles. Not ‘Indian-style’ pickles. Just plain dill pickles. I felt like I’d failed a common-sense-o-meter test. Like I’d exploited whoever laboured to make this, clearly for very little as it cannot be cheap to ship pickles around the world, all the while undercutting all domestic pickles on price. Someone got screwed. I’m guessing it was the farmer.
This is ridiculous and fails any ‘reasonable-third-party’ test – pickled cucumbers should be in the ‘from the garden’ category of this blog, not the ‘from 11,191km away’ category. How embarrassing.