Every grain is sacred...

I understand why you make city kids literally make their bread from ear to loaf, but sometimes I can marvel at this need to teach city dwellers where their food comes from. Imagine it was the other way around; once a year you gathered all country kids and made them build an escalator from scratch, or make an edition of New York Times starting out with cutting the trees that will make the pulp in the paper and then working through every moment in the process that ends with a newspaper in the mailbox (or on the lawn).

After hearing Ian Lai I felt a song coming on:

Every grain is sacred,
every grain is great.
If a grain is wasted,
God gets quite irate.

Which, of course, is my humble travesty of Monthy Python:



Children's choirs, dancing nuns, fireworks and a dragon. These guys knew humour!