He went by the rather bizarre name of Nala,
which means a bumper harvest. He was no
grower but a gourmet— you may call him
a person with a sharp and devoted palate.
A funny foodie who could not finish flattering
farmers and food scientists and other food figures
for making sure he did not only eat his fill but also
that he had access to his favorite food products
was described by more than a few food bloggers
and other food content creators and commentators
as the most famished and famous food enthusiast
in the entire world or so the short food story goes.
To the farmers, he would gush, “You’re the lifeblood
of the economy, the mortal sustainers and enrichers
of human life, the growers of health and happiness,
the fine and firm foundation of food, feed and fibre”.
Nala would enthuse over the food scientists
as if they were the food heroes who could
defeat dull and dim drought – the villain –
and dance with delicacies. He would go lyrical,
“My fondest friends, my funniest family of champs
who spice up and set the food scene afire
with delicious, nutritious , healthy fare—
you give the food its hue, value, flavor
and texture. You define and enhance
processes, ways and food chemistry!”
