Darned if I know.
All I can say for sure is that the Farm Manager fixed up one hell of a tasty quinoa salad the other day, and this morning I saw with my own eyes that she was fortifying the leftovers with a few diced tomatoes straight out of our wee garden.
And I am enjoying the fruit of her labours at this very moment... and it is super-tasty!
But back to that Bolivian peasant.
Here's one of the problems with globalism, the supposed cure-all for all that ails the planet; once a subsistence grain like quinoa finds favour with North American yuppies, those Bolivian peasants who grow the stuff can't afford it anymore.
But I can.
At some level I fully appreciate that there is something very wrong with this picture.
But damn!... is this ever a tasty salad!
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