Letter from Italy: Slippery Business: Reporting & Essays: The New Yorker

Finally getting around to reading this story about adulterated olive oil, which is huge business and a news to me.

Letter from Italy: Slippery Business: : "“Profits were comparable to cocaine trafficking, with none of the risks,” one investigator told me."

Turns out these people selling the fake stuff mix in hazelnut oil most commonly. This is sure death to me as I am massively allergic to hazelnuts. Thus does the list of things I can eat without fear of imminent and certain death shrink ever more. Goddamn it! Its like someone is trying to kill me. And, maybe worse, it ruins my one good phrase in Spanish. I think I cribbed it from From Whom the Bell Tolls: No tengo miedo de morir