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Did the IMF cause a famine?

Did the IMF cause a famine? Malawi faces starvation-after, it seems, heeding Western advice on managing food stocks - Features - InternatioDid the IMF cause a famine? Malawi faces starvation-after, it seems, heeding Western advice on managing food stocks - Features - International Monetary FundAs the world food summit ended in Rome this month in a drizzle

The land of plenty runs dry:

The land of plenty runs dry: Argentina was once so prosperous that poor Europeans emigrated there. Now, children starve and thousands scavenge for foodSitting on a bench outside her rough wooden shack, Mercedes Medina looks down at her five grandchildren playing at her feet, and sighs.

Vote for the devil you know:

Vote for the devil you know: Serbs, now trying to elect a new president, still can't shake off Milosevic. For many of them, catching up with western Europe involves higher food and fuel prices, as well as lost jobsSlobodan Milosevic, in his Hague cell, must be grimly satisfied as he ponders the fallout from the scuppered elections for a Serbian president.

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Boost your BBQ IQ: so you need a new gas grill? You don't have to settle for one that's just a step up from a campfire. Gas grills now offer features that eliminate flare-ups, cook food evenly, and stand up to years of use. But, all grills are not created equalIf it isn't sturdy at the store, it could fall apart in your backyard. A well-built grill feels solid.

Food: as a child, Colette had cider and wine for tea. Today we'd be shocked

Food: as a child, Colette had cider and wine for tea. Today we'd be shockedDuring my childhood summer holidays in France, my family ate outside as much as possible. Lunches in the tree house my grandfather built, and tea on the beach at Etretat. The sensuality of going for a swim was extreme. The Manche was always freezing. You raced out, up the hill of cobbles, sat on the sun-warmed rug, put on a jumper over your swimsuit. Rough wool against your skin, the smell of salt water, hot sun on your bare legs. Speechless with happiness, we ate pieces of crusty, yeasty baguette with squares of bitter black chocolate pushed in. Sometimes we had buttered pain d'epice. If we were eating our gouter (afternoon snack) back in the house, we might have slices of brioche soaked in redcurrant jelly. We never ate bread, butter and jam all together. Butter might accompany the hors d'oeuvre at lunch, but after that it would be whisked away.


Colette, tutelary goddess for hungry women, wrote a lot about tea, that little casse-croute meal for active people. Growing up in the country, she put her snacks into her overall pocket before racing off to the woods and fields, to reappear hours later, having feasted on wild mushrooms and nuts. Her mother, Sido, would call her back home for proper meals.

Colette once listed some of her favourite gouters. Tea did not mean only sweet things. She liked fresh bread "drowned" in new milk, followed by a large white pickled gherkin with a slice of bacon, the whole treat washed down with a cup of cider. Another menu featured a heel of bread, emptied of crumb, filled with fresh butter and raspberry jelly, half a litre of fresh milk and a bowl of white strawberries. Her third menu: a long, thick slice of bread spread with cold red beans cooked in wine sauce, followed by a handful of blackcurrants. Later, as a girl going on bicycle trips with friends, she carried sardine sandwiches (sardines sprinkled with lemon juice and mashed with butter), puff-pastry sausage rolls, apples and a gourd of white wine.

These rustic feasts depended on the seasonal produce to hand. Today we might feel shocked that a child's tea should include cider and wine. You can imagine Colette shrugging impatiently. She recounts how the children, and indeed the women, coped with the long pauses between courses at country weddings. In between the soup, the fried rabbit, the veal with mushrooms, the roast chicken, the pumpkin tart, the chateau of nougat, they would dip sugar lumps into a glass of red wine, suck them until the sugar dissolved a little, then recommence. Gently, little by little, they got drunk. Then the women would untie their bonnet strings and open their dresses and fan themselves, saying, "Goodness, it's hot in here, the heat has gone to my head." Colette watched, sharp-eyed; then, overcome, slid down in her chair, under the table, and fell asleep.