Why do I care? Honestly I don't even know anymore. It became a habit, a constant one, which never leaves me, it is a part of me, or entirely me. Or.

I am in a Café, in Randers in the north part of Denmark. I have a carbonara pasta and a glass of rosé wine. Normally I only have a cup of coffee here, but no food. I will stay with that in the future. I ordered the pasta, which is cold, the bacon is obviously days old, and there's no sign of any eggyolk, which is kind of a problem, if you eat a carbonara. It originates from Italy, where carbon miners ate it. Carbonara is a huge plate of carbohydrate. Pasta with eggyolk (if you order it on the right place), bacon and pecorino romano. No cream, no parmezan, no basil.

About my wine. Well, it is a rosé, and knows everything what a rosé have to know. I don't really like rosé, but it is better, than no wine. It is not that there was no red wine. I had three options. In two cases I should have ordered a whole bottle, and I thought it was a bit too much, since I was alone. The third option came from Chile. The waitress asked me, why is it not good? And I had to wait with my answer, because that is exactly it! Why is it not good? It is probably a very good wine. So, what I said was, I prefer europian wines, when I am in Europe. And she said: oh, I see. Probably she doesn't. But I will just keep asking, and telling people what is my decision and why. Because I care.

But, what for? What is the care about? For other people? For the planet? For me? For the show, so people can see how great I am, or what? I don't know. And I am not going to pay a psycologist to tell me. "Local" wine tastes better, because it doesn't travel so much. Old bacon doesn't really taste good. Not just because of the taste itself, but also because of the negligence of the chef. A homemade cake tastes better, because you spend your time, making it. Milk which came from a cow, that spent her life on the fields tastes better. A palmoil-free tortilla costs more. 0,7 euros more. But it doesn't  make you feel bad, and doesn't leave a bitter taste in your mounth. A good quality portugiese rose feels better, than a same quality red wine from Chile.

Neither careness or carelessness has a taste. But sometimes, some unexplainable thing is missing. And you don't really know what is that, but I am telling you. It is "careness", which cannot be seen. But it is either there, in a homemade cake, in a glass of wine or milk, in a slice of cheese, in a plate of carbonara, or not. So, keep asking questions from waiters, sellers, farmers. Keep reading food labels, origins, ingredient lists. Keep making good food from scratch with local and seasonal ingredients. Keep on caring.