Status is no small potatoes when class system comes down to earth
THE food sitting on shelves in our fridges and larders says more about who we are than where we live or how we speak or what we drive.
That weekly delivery of organic vegetables, all knobbly and trailing roots with muck clinging to them, is the real marker of middle-class values. Not an SUV outside the right address.
Sliced white pan? Social disgrace. Jars of cottage industry chutneys and jams without additives and E-types? Welcome to the club.