I want to do for field rations what Jamie Oliver did for school dinners

Hell’s Kitchen

My ambition to open a fish and chip shop in Mogadishu has not happened yet, though I remain optimistic. Food, I’ve decided, is the thing to go for on my next entrepreneurial adventure. For a while I dreamed of going into the chicken trade, importing refrigerated containers full of wings and drumsticks from Brazil for sale up the furthest reaches of the Congo. Fortunes have been made in brokering African chicken deals. But so far my forays into the food business have not gone very well. I tried, for example, to sell pots of honey with my friend Tom at various local fêtes. We branded our product rather esoterically as ‘Honey For Your Sexy’ (this was Tom’s idea) and we ended up with hundreds of unsold jars of the stuff, which I dumped in a friend’s attic. Now what I know is that food is big business in disaster zones.