Okay, so there are a few friends and relatives that know how pissed off I get when yet another article crosses my path about Monsanto and their GMO’s. This week was the motherload in reading about various lawsuits that Monsanto has brought against everyone in the world from the small farmer to the state of VT. Apparently the money stream is so important to them they are willing to take on any state in the union that would try to label food as containing GMO products. Hmmmm, doesn’t it make you wonder what they are trying to hide? I believe in informed consent.
There are now apps available to help you boycott all kinds of products as you peruse the groceries in the store, just scan the barcodes and voila you know what subsidiary that food is coming from and can make your choices with a little more knowledge. I’m thinking that’s all well and good if what you are eating is processed but it’s really not going to help you in the produce section. I read today that one of the country’s leading suppliers of French fries is asking the federal government to approve genetically modified potatoes. This is to prevent those unsightly brown spots. Really?
You know that lawn that you hate mowing every week? Why not use part of it to put in a raised bed and plant some tomatoes
there she goes talking about those tomatoes again? Put a few potatoes in your little plot or grow a few carrots to eat right out of the garden. I promise you the seeds that you grow will surprise and delight you. You will have such a feeling of accomplishment and be astonished at the money you save over the summer on some of your favorite things. It’s also FUN.
I baked a batch of cookies the other day, shared them with sister Sue. They are a delicious soft molasses cookie encrusted with course grain sugar, crunchy on the outside, soft and chewy in the middle. Spicy and delicious they are the ultimate comfort food for me. Then I started to think about the ingredient list – what’s gmo and what’s not. Yeah, I know, but I’m always thinking about where my food comes from or what’s in it. That doesn’t mean I don’t eat what’s put in front of me but I’m always aware – so is my sister. After she ate those cookies with me and brought some home I texted her about all the potentially bad things that were in them. Today in the interest of science and my guilty conscience I decided to actually look up what went into them. I was pleased to find out that the things that were a little sketchy for me were all within my tolerance level for food weirdness. So I’d have to say that if you are going to eat cookies bake your own and source your ingredients. Now I can email Sue and tell her that those treats were really much more okay than I had led her to believe (and maybe she’ll stop sending me all that email about Monsanto).