So, the event overall wasn't anything special, just your standard food show. Lots of companies with mixers and spatulas, spice mixes and wine. I had a sample of some new apple variety (which was clearly related to pink lady in both flavour and appearance, but with an aftertaste that I didn't like) and then made a beeline for a Swedish cider stall. That makes me sound like an alcoholic, but let me explain: my housemate gave me a brand-new umbrella because I'd lost mine, and she'd ended up with two after buying a new one before finding the old. She's an awesome housemate, and a lovely person, so I thought I'd get her something little as a thankyou. She loves Sweden (is learning Swedish at uni) and loves fruit. So I bought her a little bottle of gourmet pear cider. But, other than the cider stall (ok, I bought a bottle for me, too!) I wasn't into the idea of sampling things that I knew I wouldn't buy. I couldn't be bothered carrying wine back with me to Pb on the train, I make my own spice mixes, and lots of other products (charcuterie & cheese) not only weren't vegan, but smelled absolutely disgusting. So, I'm not the sort of person with much puchasing-power at these things. I'm not a good target-market. I'm there to steal ideas, not fork out my meagre cash for expensive products. ;)
He showed a PETA video. Seriously - blood and guts and dismembered animals shocking an auditorium of about a thousand people. There was one woman who left, holding her daughter in her arms (ok, definitely not appropriate for small children) but everyone else stayed, as far as I know. Guess what, people, you just found out where your food comes from. It was such a shock to see it in the middle of what was otherwise an ordinary, light-hearted cooking demonstration. I was really surprised, but afterwards, I was also pleased. The video was difficult to watch, but it reminded me of why I don't want to be a part of these food systems. I know it's value was lost on me, because I'm already vegan, but I hope it shocked other audience members enough to make a difference.
I waited for the train home, dry thanks to my new umbrella, cider bottles in my bag, in the Messe/Deutz station. I had an awesome book, Empires of Food and my ipod for entertainment, and the four-hour trip home ahead of me. I was hungry, tired, and oddly content.