I'm about to eat ... algae. I don't know whether it's the unusual word, with its doubled vowels, or the definite mental associations with pond scum and dirty shower curtains, but "algae" isn't really something that immediately sounds appetising. Not like "pork chop", "peach Melba" or "all-day-breakfast sandwich". No, "algae" has an unsavoury ring to it like "fungus", "amoeba" or "drool". But here, in the ancient Laotian capital of Luang Prabang, I am determined to do the business, to actually get some algae down my neck, no matter what it sounds like. And this is because I want to test the World Health Organisation's latest thinking: that in an age of food shortages, it's time to move on from hamburgers and kebabs, from spaghetti and fried chicken, and that it's time to think of eating less obvious foods. But where's the best...
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