Hello Folks, thanks for dropping by. I live in a small country town on the Eastern point of Australia, and have spent more than 20 years supporting the local farmers growing markets. I love nothing more than fresh green vegetables, handmade products like aged miso, red curry paste, macadamia nut butter, and of course the pastries and croissants. Every Friday I get up at 6.00 to be at the markets when they open, and home in time for work (I need to factor in at least 30 minutes for hello chats with various other friends and locals). But today, as I bought firm cucumbers and zuccinis, piled high in my bag with plump carrots and sexy round-arsed sweet potatoes, I felt bile rising. I looked at the happy birds-nest-haired kids playing together, or hassling their parents for another sweet treat, and I nearly burst into tears in the tomatoes queue. WHAT IS HAPPENING IN GAZA?? Why is no Aid getting through? Why can’t governments make it happen? And how can anyone, ANYONE, condone starving children …