I am forever grateful that I have never been food insecure. There was a time when, as a postgraduate student with very sparse means, I had to live off 20 pounds a week. But the local market had plenty of vegetables, and you can do a lot with potatoes, onions and a bit of cheese.
I might be tempted to blame poor nutrition for my flabby frame. The lifetime legacy of too much bread, sugar and seed oils when I was a kid. But willpower and exercise might also be an explanation.
My cardiologist always has something to say about saturated fats and I listen with half an ear, having carefully applied my mindful scepticism to the subject of cholesterol.
However, like many westerners I am not hungry. At least not starving, and I am in no position to comment on food security.
There are roughly four billion others on the planet who are, like me, fed adequately almost all the time.
It should be unacceptable that the global food system, productive as it is, leaves four billion others food insecure.
