I know nothing about quinoa but it sounds like the kind of stuff that they would peddle from a wholefood store run by Bob Harris clones somewhere off the Hills Mill Road in Cambridge, mid 1970s. Was it called Arjuna? Anyway, the place made a lasting impression on me. Hanging on the wall above the till was a glass speculum, for hire by the day , with explicit instructions about how to inspect your own cervix with the aid of a mirror and torch (not provided). The juxtaposition of this gadget with my potential supper managed to put me off all things wholefood until this very day. Bacon sarnie anyone?