In 1986, I discovered I was not alone.
As a child herbs were all around me. In those days in Australia, herbs were something of an oddity, and more than a few people who drove the thirty miles from Sydney to the rural landscape of Dural, expected to see Mum in witch’s garb, stooped over a steaming cauldron of spellbinding herbs. The reality was quite different. Somerset Cottage (the name of the property and Mum and Dad’s business) was set within manicured lawns, with a stonewalled herb garden and quaint, high-pitched-roofed, fairytale cottage, where an array of herb-oriented merchandise was sold. I grew up in this fragrant, colourful and flavoursome environment. Herbs and business were the familiar topics for dinner table conversation and I would earn pocket money by helping Dad propagate cuttings, serving customers or picking and stripping herbs ready for drying.
I was beginning to understand why Singapore had a bad reputation for supplying dicey quality spices. One of the companies I dealt with would only buy whole spices and grind these themselves, so they knew exactly what they were getting. This lack of trust spurred me on to find out more about the trade and led me to become involved in the Singapore Manufacturer’s Association. Through it I was able to understand the trade better and focus on ways to improve standards. By now I had spent the previous seven months in Singapore and to my astonishment the Singapore Manufacturer’s Association nominated me, an expatriate Australian, to be their representative at the first meeting of The International Spice Group in New Delhi.
The announcement to this auspicious event was worded as follows:
Personate to the International Symposium on the Export Development of Spices (London, 24-26 October 1979) and the Consultative Meeting on Spices (Geneva, 24-26 May 1983), the First Meeting of the International Spice Group is held in New Delhi during 24-29 November 1986, jointly convened and organized by the Commonwealth Secretariat and The International Trade Center UNCTAD/GATT (ITC). The Government of India has provided host facilities for the meeting.
The meeting was being opened the next day, there were to be country presentations from seventeen countries in addition to speeches about international co-operation for development and an analysis of the prospects and problems of processing spices in their producing countries. There was even a presentation from the International Atomic Energy Agency in Vienna on the little known technology of irradiation.
Something inside told me this event was to be a milestone. In the late 1950’s and early ‘60’s herbs and spices were ‘new’ and my parent’s herb garden was something of a curiosity. Although the women’s magazines and leading-light foodies of the day were enthralled by what my mother and father were doing, for a child it was somewhat peculiar and more often a source of ridicule from one’s peers than the basis for admiration. So much so that in my latter years at school I earned the nickname ‘Herbie’ which, at the time I was not terribly impressed with, and has stuck to me throughout my working life. So here I was at the age of thirty-seven amongst a brotherhood of spice merchants, agricultural ministers (from Jamaica, the Seychelles, Madagascar and Tanzania), British, Canadian and Nigerian High Commissioners, and agricultural researchers who specialised in herbs and spices. It was akin to finding a lost tribe that one had been orphaned from at an early age and upon being reunited, discovered a common language.
This was the moment I knew I was not alone.