Wasn't there a Jamie Oliver story a while back headlined...
"Portly parents pelt pining progeny with pork products."...or similar?
Could the towns-people not package foodstuffs, perhaps between slices of bread, and 'vend' them at the perimeter?
What's the name of the town again?
"Kentish comestible carriers contest centralised catering controls!"
"Smorgasbord my foot!"
