And no, this is not a reference to the fact that we’re in that period in between St Valentine’s Day and Easter. (And for those of a religious persuasion and who know what both these occasions are really about: my apologies, you must get as sick of this as Irish people like me get about yesterday being called “Patty’s”…).
My MakeupAlleying chum nadi1010 has posted up a rather good article on her blog; it’s on the darker side of chocolate:
- The Chocolate Industry Exposed: Child Labor, Trafficking and Fair Trade Mislabeling (Listen Girlfriends! 2013-03-15)
A subject close to my heart. For the obvious reasons—and why any decent human being, anyone who considers themselves to be a human being, and basically anyone—for which anyone should care. This is hurting people. And greedy. Bad. But also because I’ve been buying properly fair chocolate (regularly and, these days, as far as humanly possibly entirely—and if in doubt, always asking and nagging…) since the late 1970s, as far back as I’ve been buying chocolate. My family has been involved with Oxfam since they started, back in the ’40s (plus allied antecedent movements on the Quakers-being-fair side). So it’s been in the blood for three generations now!
But this is something that needs more consciousness-raising, by as many people as possible; not just the converted preaching to the converted. Hence the sharing the link-love going on here.
My only complaint: Alter Eco made a great 73% chocolate with cocoa nibs, and then they stopped. They now only go up to 67%. I asked, and the reason is “American tastes.” Which sucks; I’m not American, and I’m always wary of falling into national stereotyping, and I know that’s not true. See, I’ve had amazing high-cocoa proper chocolate in the USA (including by American artisans); I know that’s not a land devoted exclusively to The Cult Of Hershey. Go USA indies!
Here’s another informative item, from Fair Trade Vancouver:
- and their buying options
- which include my favourite, my solid reliable faithful, my beloved regular everyday daily (not quite hourly, not that bad yet…) special friend; been loving me tender, loving me sweet since last July: