I shopped for food this week, lots of it. Most everything I bought was in a package of some sort – plastic, paper, glass or aluminum. The only area of the store without packaging was in the produce section, but even there, I wasn’t so sure I was getting fresh. Everything looked perfect, shiny, and blemish-free.
There’s a scandal in the news about our genetically modified corn. It seems Russia has refused to import it, citing it’s dangerous to the health of Russians and can cause cancer.
This GMO food thing is scary.
Have you bought a tomato lately? It tastes like corrugated paper, but it’s oh so pretty to look at.
How about grapes? They’re getting plumper every year. And not a blemish anywhere.
I bought a bag of shredded cabbage a month ago, threw it into the cold drawer of my refrigerator and forgot it. I discovered it a month later buried under a bag of carrots.
“There’s something fishy about the cabbage,” I told Alf.
“Oh yea, what?”
“It’s bright and perky. If should be rotten by now if it was real.”
“Let’s give it to Calvin and find out,” Alf said.
“If he starts to smolder, we run for cover,” I said.