The wealth of spices on the rack, little bottles that would have been immensely precious and expensive for so much of history, and there they are on a little shelf in the kitchen, bought at the local supermarket for £2 apiece, shipped around the world...
The embarassment of flavours and experiences and sheer availability of calories, and at what cost... They’re so everyday, so affordable, made thus through the violent subjugation of entire nations and peoples, in order to strip-mine their culture and foodstuffs and crush them into everlasting pover-
*toaster pops*
Ooh! Toast’s done.