The diet’s not black and white
HOW should we do this?’ Zam is looking both worried and confused. ‘I’ve been told we should stop eating anything white.’ He is slicing from the latest loaf. ‘Bread and cheese are white,’ I say firmly. ‘But this is brown,’ he protests. ‘If that was on a paint chart, it would be buff, stone, warm… and definitely in the whites.’
His first?’ he repeats, as if I’d told him the earth is flat. ‘I think we can have lentils.’ He nods, until I add the word ‘instead’, at which point the only word for his expression is panic.
