yellow and flat peaches from France; cherries from Spain and slender wild asparagus from France. There were girolles and mousserons from Poland and pied bleu mushrooms from France. There were huge leafy lemons from Amalfi; elderflowers and wild rock samphire from Norfolk; and gariguette strawberries from France; “They have an alm

ost bubble gum flavour,” said Paola handing me one to try. She was absolutely right; it did have a kind of magical tuck shop sweetness to it. I looked around; was that Oompa-Loompas I could hear singing in the distance?
Paola is originally from Venezuela. She came to work for Wild Harvest three years ago. Before that she lived in Spain for four years where she was a pastry chef at the world’s best restaurant,
El Celler de Can Roca. Paola now combines her role as a sales manager with her work as Wild Harvest development chef doing bespoke public and private demos on how to use their products in professional kitchens around the country.

Most of the employees at Wild Harvest are ex-chefs and all of them are food lovers. “When a new batch of truffles arrive,” Paola told me, “we all get really excited and we go straight down to the warehouse to check them out like kids in a sweet shop. It’s that knowledge and passion for food that mean our clients trust us.”
The tour ended with the ultimate Wonka-esque products, Wild Harvest’s fastest growing line – the modern gastronomy range. Wild Harvest is the UK’s largest supplier for Sosa, the Spanish modern gastronomy giant. There was everything from ice cream stabiliser to nut paste to dehydrated fruit and vegetables – not your normal dried fruits these, but dehydrated at below freezing point so that the colour, shape and flavour is preserved. Paola handed me a dehydrated tomato the size of a nut and to my surprise it crunched in my mouth like a thin wafer but with a burst of intense tomato flavour; next I

tried dehydrated yoghurt which came in little hard white nuggets; finally there was dehydrated popping candy which, true to form, exploded in my mouth like a miniature firework display of sweetness.
“It’s cool isn’t it?” said Paola, and I had to agree. It was.
And with that the tour was over. I walked out of New Covent Garden with my head reeling with flavours, aromas and interesting food facts. I really did feel like the kid who had won the Golden Ticket, which made me suddenly think – didn’t the Golden Ticket also include a lifetime’s free supply of products? I turned around to head back but stopped myself. It might look a bit weird. Maybe the excitement of the day had gotten a bit too much for me; maybe I hadn’t been sleeping enough recently; still I swear I’d seen an Oompa-Loompa…