Showing posts with label monsanto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label monsanto. Show all posts
8.6.13
Welcome to Monsanto's Plastic Home of the Future
Afraid of unstable molecules, toxic chemicals and unsafe levels of radiation in your food? Well, life will be ONE BIG PARTY once inside your very own Monsanto Personal Shield 3000! Get in one and you're instantly 100% GMO-free! Well, mostly. We're getting back to our roots -- and out of yours!
9.5.13
FOOD 101: Showering With Vegetables
Despite the promise of enticing images of wet and naked hominids strategically occluded by broccoli -- or Da-da showering with relatives -- this post isn't meant to be fun. NO FUN! Instead, it will strive to be what Da-da tries to be every day: practical, yet entertaining. Sorta like Ben Franklin. Ben was nothing if not practical, and highly entertaining. He also was naked a lot, taking air baths in France, which is tangentially related to the lead sentence, but takes us somewhere no one wants to go, not even Da-da. Onward.
Actually, let's go backward, about eight years.
Da-da used to work for a food science and safety organization that certified whether something was organic or not, whether it was sustainably harvested, whether it was stolen from the Brazilian rainforest, whether it could be accidentally sprayed on the cat and make it minty fresh, etc. Once inside the building, you couldn't swing a minty cat without hitting a food scientist or an award-winning chemist.
After he'd started working for said company, and with an eye toward Ma-ma's pre-pregnancy body (mmm, Ma-ma's pre-pregnancy body) and Da-da's future children, Da-da went to one of their best food scientists and asked how he personaly prepared his raw fruits and vegetables.
"Like organic broccoli, for example," Da-da offered.
The food scientist... let's call him, MARIAH. No, that's the wind. Howbout, BOB? Yeah. BOB. Bob looked Da-da in the eye. He was a serious guy and seemed purturbed that so many people knew so little about how to deal with negotiating the modern foodchain. Or maybe he was purturbed by Da-da's woefully low IQ. Either way, to Bob, food safety was as serious a subject as there was on earth.
"Organic broccoli," Bob mused. "You don't have to wash that, right?"
"Right," Da-da said.
"WRONG!"
"You said organic..."
"The certification, 'organic,'" Bob explained, "pertains only to what goes into the soil. Nothing else. Organic vegetables and fruit still have pesticides and fungicides and herbicides and waxes sprayed all over them, repeatedly, coated with a chemical sludge studded with bugs and dirt and microorganisms, e-Coli bacteria... everything is coated with this stuff, even organic produce. I won't even begin to talk about NON-organic stuff. Horrible. For you, and for the soil. No one should buy non-organic produce. Needless to say, all fresh produce should be washed well prior to ingestion."
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All the pretty broccoli. |
"How? Say for organic broccoli? What do you do at home?"
"I put the broccoli in a large bowl, fill it with water, and add a drop of detergent to break the surface tension."
"Detergent? Like Dawn?"
"NO! Dawn is horrible. Buy a food-grade soap at a local foodie market, like Whole Foods or Trader Joes. I used Biokleen and Trader Joe's Fruit and Veggie Wash for all produce, and Ecover for dishes and hands.
"Like I said, for food cleaning, place whatever it is you're washing into a bowl, fill it with water, and add a teaspoon of food-grade detergent to the water. Swish the fruit or veggies around. It'll foam a little, but that's ok. Let what you're washing sit for five to ten minutes and pull it from the water, then drop it into a colander and rinse well.
"Be sure to look at the leftover wash-water in the bowl you just washed the produce in: it's eye-opening. That wash should remove most of the pesticides, waxes, dirt and beasties living in there."
"Five to ten minutes," Da-da mused.
"Yup. Then rinse. Do this with everything."
"Even oranges?"
"Even oranges. And especially apples. Anything you're going to handle and eat, peel or cut. Or anything that's going to touch a food preparation surface."
"Same for lettuce?"
"ESPECIALLY lettuce. Bugs adore lettuce. Farmers spray the crap out of it. I wash my lettuce twice: first in the one bowl of detergent, then in another bowl filled with clean water, then rinsed in a colander, then into the salad spinner. Uh, I never eat salads in restaurants." He shuddered.
"Even wash that box-O-lettuce in the store that says it's been cleaned three times?"
"Don't trust any corporation when your family's health and safety are at stake. Only takes five to ten minutes. Like I said, wash and soak and rinse everything. It helps to buy some tools to make the job easier. That food soap I mentioned helps; it washes out cleanly, as it's just grapefruit seed and lime peel extract. I use two large metal bowls, like those used in restaurants. They're about $10 each, but you can use any plastic bowl, too. I keep them on one side of the sink, along with a colander. Seems like a bit of work, at first, but you can taste the difference. And the health benefits of not eating poison all the time will be pretty obvious when your children grow up strong and healthy and intelligent. You'll see what I mean when you look at the water in the soak bowl."
An intern who'd been eavesdropping poked her head over the edge of Bob's cubicle. "What about watermelons and cantaloupe?"
Bob shrugged. "You still need to wash 'em. You have to use a knife to open 'em up. If the skin is contaminated, the knife will just spread the contamination to the flesh inside. You gotta clean everything."
Bob's phone started ringing. "WASH EVERYTHING. And only eat at restaurants that are responsible enough to wash everything. Many don't, especially chains. When in doubt, ask. And don't eat ANYTHING processed. Nothing. You'd run screaming into the night if you saw what went into that stuff."
Bob answered the phone and Da-da went home to wash everything four times. Even the cat.
In case you still think the term, "organic" is bunk (indeed it is for Monsanto- and ConAgra-owned brands of processed food), check out this latest finding by a Middle Schooler who's going places: Is Organic Better? Ask a Fruit Fly.
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It's a little bit more, but you're worth it. |
IMPORTANT NOTE: Da-da received NO compensation of any kind for the above product mentions. It wouldn't make much difference, as Da-da makes fun of pretty much everything -- except broccoli, which is inherently funny.
In case you're interested, here's a handy list of GMO frankenfood brands to avoid. And a comprehensive black list of other GMO brands to avoid. Again, Da-da gets nothing for doing this. He just wants to help. He's just that way.
29.4.11
Repopulating The Peoplemover
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Rare photo of Disney giants operating behind-the-scenes. They now work for the Pentagon. |
Sure, at Disneyland we called this, "The People Remover," for reasons Da-da won't go into here, but it would be nice to get this ride back in the West Coast park; the track is still there, unused. Like the steam train, The Peoplemover was always a nice change of pace, with a perky soundtrack, and the lines were much shorter. Good people watching, too. Anyway, please sign the petition to bring back this vintage ride, if only to see if Disney will actually do something that people WANT them to do for a change.
While we're at it, why not bring back, "Adventure Through Inner Space," where they shrink you to the size of an atom. Imagine how weird the ride would be now that the quantum realm is opening some of its multi-dimensional doors. Good luck understanding any of it. In fact, turn Space Mountain into Adventure Through Innerspace and spin people around and blare nonsensical phrases and physics jargon and it'll be about the same. Fun! (However, if Monsanto's involved, forget it; Monsanto is currently sponsoring their own 500-year People Remover plan.)
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More Disney giants. These guys were everywhere, greasing the park's machinery with their own blood. |
3.1.11
It's SURVIVOR... With a Hug
Da-da doesn't often recommend things that aren't radioactive and ingesting East Rutherford, but the Kratt brothers have a new animal show on PBS that's half live action, half animation, and delivers a lot of engaging information in a short time for kids 4-11. Anyway, here's the description:
A half-hour adventure comedy from Chris and Martin Kratt - adventurers, brothers, zoologists and creators of hit shows such as Kratt's Creatures, Zoboomafoo and Be the Creature. In their first-ever animated series, they are on a mission to save the animals of this planet from the evil Zach Varmitech, who plans to use animal "spare parts" to create a legion of biotech robots that will give him control over nature and the entire planet.
[PBS linky]Huh. Kinda like real life, with MONSANTO as evil Dr. Stand-in and Dick Cheney as The Beaver. Anyway, it's well done. The PBS site is pretty good, too. Da-da's been playing on it all day. Right now he's a sloth... wait, he's always a sloth. KRATT!
And NO, Da-da wasn't paid for this. He doesn't accept money -- or geese -- for reviews, sorry.
1.9.10
Da-da Post-Rapture, Post-Post-Modern Drink Recipe: The Blood of the Vanquished
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The Blood of the Vanquished is ready to slake your thirst... FOREVER, AHHAHAHAHHAAA! Sorry. |
Da-da's BLOOD OF THE VANQUISHED
- 2 oz. Hendrick's Gin
- Capful of Dry Vermouth
- A Dick Cheney splash of cocktail onion juice
- Recalcitrant squeeze of half a lime
- A sizeable PLOMP or three of Mr.and Mrs. T's Bold and Spicy Bloody Mary Mix, which is fabulous
- 10 cocktail onions (hey, Da-da LIKES cocktail onions).
Into a chilled pint glass half-full of ice, add vermouth and gin and onion juice and lime, along with the lime itself. Stir. STIR LIKE THE WIND. Top with bloody mary mix, stir again, and taste. Cowboy up and sip some off the top if you need more mix -- or pour it into a bigger glass like Da-da. Drop onions into a large, pre-chilled martini glass and whomp in the mixture. Don't be gentle. Yields about two martini-glasses' worth. Garnish with MORE of the largest Monsanto cocktail onions you can find and DRINK, DRINK LIKE THE WIND. For those of you who don't drink, this is also excellent sans alcohol, though drop in some celery seed and a few dashes of Worcestershire sauce. (Snap-E-Tom and Clamato are first-rate tomato juice substitutes.)
NOTE: Blood of the Vanquished is THE drink for post-Rapture parties. Damn. (So to speak.)
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Oops. Da-da meant the REAL Rapture, not that earlier fake one. Those were wires, dude. |
17.6.10
Yesterday's Plastics Home of Tomorrow -- TODAY!

Given the Utter Corporate Lameness (UCL) going on in the world during the past... oh, 150 years, I've been wondering: how difficult was it for Disneyland to remove Monsanto's Plastic Home of the Future? And could this indeed be indicative of how hard it will be to extricate Monsteranto from our children's children's lives? This from Wikipedia:
"The house survived the introduction of New Tomorrowland in 1967, but closed shortly after, as Monsanto's attention shifted to their new sponsored attraction, Adventure Thru Inner Space. The building was so sturdy, that when demolition crews failed to demolish the house using wrecking balls, torches, chainsaws and jackhammers, the building was ultimately demolished by using choker chains to crush it into smaller parts. The reinforced polyester structure was so strong that the half-inch steel bolts used to mount it to its foundation broke before the structure itself did. The reinforced concrete foundation of the House of the Future was never removed. It currently exists in its original location, now found in the Pixie Hollow attraction. The foundation has been painted green and is currently in use as a planter."Now, THAT'S recycling, corporate America style.
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As per the above, here's a link to AcmeVaporware's exciting new SOUNDS page, featuring the above link, as a prime example of "Yesterday's Audio TOMORROW," not to mention Monsanto's vintage '60s corporate-speak.
5.4.10
A Short Series of Unexplained Events

Ok, this happened -- AGAIN. Da-da sacrificed yet another bizarro, possessed veggie fresh from the Field of Screams at Monsanto, and somehow unleashed a string of (hopefully unrelated) bizarro events.
His boys ingested a (very small) portion of said pepper and got all wacky and giggly and genetically predisposed toward wacky and giggly behavior. (It was the pepper, Maurice.) And as they melded their illusory selves with the FrankenVeggie in gastric attendance, we were suddenly invaded by orbs, TWICE...

...along with these weird, floaty lines of errant, shaky illustration. Then...
...a furry orange BLANCMANGE teleplasmed in from an adjacent tachyon reality:

Da-da isn't sure what all this heralds, but whatever it is, he's sure it'll be entertaining.
16.3.10
Strange Things Taken at Face Value

Da-da's not sure why -- or IF -- having children causes a large percentage of people to become... well, NUMB to just about everything that happens in the world. Speaking as one who discovered latent superhero BARF-CATCHING and ERRANT CAPITALIZING talent quite by accident (can you plan for such a thing?), Da-da must say that nothing fazes him after six years of being A Man Called Dada. So, when Da-da recently cut into a red pepper while making... something, he can't remember... he uncovered: pepper testicles.
It could be a rare two-chambered red-pepper heart lying next to Da-da's santoku, he's not sure: Da-da's only performed about 100,000 pepper-ectomies. But he can safely say that he's never seen such a pair on a vegetable this side of a Monsanto frankenfield. He did find quite a large... uh, protuberance... on a strawberry the other day, but Da-da doesn't think the two are related. The Monsanto Range Safety Recombination Facility, where Da-da gets his vegetables and fruit, was flabbergasted. "This is the first genetic anomaly we've ever heard of!" a clerk ululated, scratching his three small heads.
Oddly enough, Da-da has an applicable tangent to accompany the rampant Peter Piperage. If he may...
This same meal spawned a new drink -- which Da-da badly needed on a Friday after a rafter of Child Meal Insertion Debacles (CMIDs). He'd been working on a cobalt-free, "Dirty Gibson," for some time (with Hendrick's Gin, which has a certain taste that works with onions and veggies), when he added a robust jigger or three of Mr.and Mrs. T's Bold and Spicy Bloody Mary Mix, creating what he calls either, "That Time of the Month," or "Blood of the Vanquished." After Da-da's week, both were apt.

- 2 oz. Hendrick's Gin
- Capful of Dry Vermouth
- Sizeable PLOMP of Mr.and Mrs. T's Bold and Spicy Bloody Mary Mix, which is fabulous
- A Dick Cheney splash of cocktail onion juice
- Squeeze of half-a lime
- 4-200 cocktail onions (Da-da LIKES cocktail onions).
Add half a glass of ice to chilled pint glass. Drop vermouth and gin and lime and onion juice over ice. Top with bloody mary mix and taste. Cowboy up and sip some booze off the top if you need more bloody mary mix. Drop the onions into a large, pre-chilled martini glass and whomp in the mixture. Don't be gentle. Yield: about two martini-glasses' worth. Garnish with the largest Monsanto red pepper testicles you can find and DRINK, DRINK LIKE THE WIND. Do this and you may actually survive a night of feeding two fickle 40-pound anthropomorphic pirahna. Oh, c'mon, where else can you get a drink recipe AND a genetic aberration?
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