It is a little after 1am I have the dream. Every night it is the same; I  am jolted away from a fractured unconsciousness into a frenzied state  of alacrity – Kate tries to comfort me and all the while, I silently  mouth two words again and again “Coconut Oil”
Coconut Oil: it  is what drives a soap maker, what gives a bar its lustre – without  Coconut Oil a bar will not lather luxuriously; it will not be as durable  a bar. In short, soap without this oil is simply not the best soap it  can be; it is a pale facsimile, a sweet smelling lump of matter  pretending to be hygiene product… an abomination.
In my dream I  am a man of wealth and means, it is my simple desire to buy 12.5 kg  lumps of coconut oil fairly and without deceit. Now, since its invention  some 5000 years ago, money has allowed transactions like this to take  place thousands upon thousands of times a day simply and without  occurrence. However, in my dream I walk the labyrinthine streets of  Manchester searching for this product – I am turned away from  supermarkets (Asian and domestic), met with blank faces when I ask about  kitchen suppliers at restaurants (Asian and domestic) and internet  resources quote astounding prices; prices that make you forget that this  is a simple compound that’s formed by hitting coconuts with hammers –  there are loads of coconuts in the world and there is no shortage of  hammers either… why the price disparity?
What compounds my  dreams is that most mornings I get out of bed only to find the nightmare  world and the material world have colluded and there is, in fact, no  reasonably priced coconut oil to be found in all the land. 
People sympathise; they advise me to search on the internet, seemingly  mistaking me as someone who comes from the past who hasn’t heard of the  internet. Unfortunately, it is what it is; the rather blinkered tone of  this blog is endemic of a wider problem: food prices are up with bread,  wheat and oils all being affected by a poor global harvest – I suppose  in the face of this, two soap maker’s problems don’t add up to a hill of  beans in this crazy world but really… £30 for 12.5 kg? Really? 
Daniel Burt
 

 
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