Italians are usually very defensive of their traditional food because, among other things, it’s one of the most counterfeited things abroad. And yeah, buying fake stuff damages our economy.
The Italian fake food “industry” is worth €60 billion worldwide, of which 26 billion in Europe alone. The countries that produce the biggest amount of FIF are Turkey (18%), Singapore (12%), Hungary (7%) and the USA (5%). Fake wine, or cheese with Italian-sounding names that have nothing to do with the taste, quality and, most importantly, safety and hygene that a certified product provides. Not only Italy has specific laws that make it mandatory to state clearly the origin of the product, they also carry out a great amount of controls all over the country. In 2012, dedicated Italian institutions were responsible for 192,858 controls, while the National Health Service lead another 300,000. Add these to the regular controls that are conducted, by law, during the production of raw goods (milk, for example) and you will understand how dangerous it is to instead buy something that sounds Italian but has no clear indication of the ingredients used, or where it comes from, nor of how much it was controlled before getting on the shelf of your supermarket.
Sadly, these are Italian laws, which means that Italy cannot control what is produced abroad and this is problematic in Europe as well. Even though the EU established in 2009 that selling goods with misleading, Italian-sounding names is a crime, and recognizes traditional specialities, there is still no European law that effectively regulates the circulation of food inside the Union. A simple solution could be to introduce mandatory statement of the place of origin of the good on the package (like we already do here).
One of the most common tendencies is to sell food with fake names which an average (foreign) customer can’t really differentiate from the original ones: our Parmigiano Reggiano is counterfeited as “Regiànito” in Argentina, “Reggiano” in South America, “Parmesao” in Brasil or “Pamesello” in Belgium. Four different names for one type of cheese. Or kits, sold online of course, that will make you magically produce your own cheese at home! Cheese, in Italy as in many other places that have their own traditional food, is produced with specific ingredients, milk from this or that kind of cow, bred in a certain way and in a certain environment, a particular, time-consuming process, natural means and human skills. Can all of this be replaced by a kit that says you get the same result in a few minutes?
Just like any other fake product, fake Italian food is sold because people buy it. Be informed, be interested and, most importantly, care. You will help our economy and your health. Fighting counterfeited goods is in everyone’s interest. Also, we want you all to eat the best food and enjoy it as much as you can.
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