With care and pride the powerful citizens choose and shuffle

If you start thinking about tariffs, you think it might be good, that it's fine, that the tomatoes I use are from here and the wheat you use is from there. That this journey is absurd.

But, of course, you think about food. The food of every day, what nourishes us, without any pretensions—and all of them—what explains us. The plant that lives here, the animal that eats it. We have enough problems with invasive species, like the tiger mosquito or the apple snail. You don't think about luxury products. Wine, cars, books, TV shows.

I want to have Burgundy wine within reach and I want to pay the right price for it, because it's not from here, and I want foie gras and I want cheeses from around the world and I want mango and I want everything, within the limits. But I absolutely don't want to have Burgundy wine and not have wine from Terra Alta, Alella, Penedès, Montsant, Priorat, Conca... I want Barcelona and Tarragona (cities with cruise passengers) to have these wines by the glass. All of them. How do we do it, investors? I want clotxa, veal with mushrooms, and fricandó to be everywhere. I'll write what I want in capital letters: I want broad beans and peas NATURALLY. Like in Italy, like in Asturias, like in the Basque Country.

Tariffs are an opportunity to force us to enjoy our land of wonders. We have one of the oldest recipe books in Europe. We have wine varieties (Taladrado, Xarel·lo, Mandón, Garnacha, Parellada, Macabeo...) that are unique in the world. The emergency is at its height, and we, as citizens, have an obligation that is at once a pleasure, a duty, an honor. We must transmit. With naturalness and pride, like the Basques, Asturians, and Burgundians. Should fricandó be lost? Let us be attentive to pleasure and duty.