I was thinking about genetically modified food the other day when our, uh, president was berating Europe for not liking it. Here in Uzbekistan, the food is not genetically modified, and you know what, there is something that nobody ever mentions about this technology: taste. I mean, We care so much in the states about preservation, being able to feed a lot of people when we have more food than we all eat, etc. But the food sucks people. Tomatoes and watermelon are tasteless, and pumpkin’s not what it’s here either. Now, there is something to say for preservation mind you, since having your strawberries grow fur one day later is depressing, but given our prediliction for plastic seals and Lysol, but it’s not that important. Not enough to sacrifice so much taste. I think all these scientists who are like, “It lives longer, fights off flies and it tastes the same!” do not know what a decent tomato tastes like. Anyway, I knew there was a reason I didn’t like this whole tinkering with nature thing, and I’m pretty sure this is a big reason. It’s depressing to see, as I walk through the bazars here what people back home are missing. I mean, yeah, there are no flies or dirt or smelly people pushing. No one has to pasteurize their own milk in America, but you know, the butter here is better, farm fresh eggs are an everyday course and non-homemade jam is just unthinkable. I think this whole GM thing is a crock.
But uh, anyone that wants to send me some Velveeta Shells and Cheese is more than welcome.