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Palm Oil Post

I have become very concious of the use of Palm oil in our everyday food with an Italian eco-warrior sitting with me at work who described a recent trip to Borneo. Fede had saved hard for this trip of a lifetime, as a surprise for her husband an avid diver. Part of the excitement of visiting Borneo was not only the amazing underwater world but the lush rain forest environment. With anguish she describes how they drove 6 hours through new Palm groves of no great beauty where mass deforestation had corroded the land and taken all the native forests.

It certainly hits a nerve when you are from a beautiful country like New Zealand which much lush forest.
Anyway there is a great article about the public influence we as consumers are having on the big brand users of the oils from plantations like those in Boreno.
And more importantly a list of all the things you should try to put in your shopping trolley for the sake that they are conciously avoiding this cheap oil. Take a moment to read it and consider how you could change the world just a little bit to stop change in our world ecology.
 Bring back the cocoa butter - it tastes better!!
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