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The funny thing about this whole raw milk battle is that each side is convinced they are completely right, and the other side is completely wrong. I got lectured the other night by someone who is convinced that raw milk kills babies- and here I am convinced that raw milk is the second best thing for babies, after breast milk.

Now, some of the advocates for raw milk are convinced that all raw milk is manna from heaven, and refuse to hear any aspersions against it. I am not one of those people. I am perfectly aware that you can get sick from raw milk, but you can also get sick from pasteurized milk, or meat, or spinach, or any number of things. You can get sick from small children. You can get sick from sitting in airplanes. I mean, we live in a society where people are in very close quarters. It is pretty much guaranteed we are going to be fertile breeding grounds for loads of diseases.

The funny part is, the people who are against raw milk are completely convinced that raw milk is this dangerous risk to public health and it kills everyone it comes in contact with. That website I linked to the other day, for example. That guy is totally convinced that everyone who drinks raw milk gets sick. This is far from the truth. And statistics can be made to say almost anything, and statistics about illness and outbreak even more so- because people don’t always report illnesses, and sometimes when they are reported, they are reported wrong (as in, it is assumed one thing made a person sick when it might have been another).

It was brought to my attention recently that the fancy steaks you can buy in the store go on and on about their quality nearly as much as I do about the grass fed steaks we get from our neighbors. The funny thing being, at least to me, that those other steaks are bragging about being “grain-fed”- the very exact thing I’m always so proud my steaks are not! Apparently the people who sell grain-fed steaks are convinced that they are the height of quality, when it comes to steaks. I, on the other hand, wouldn’t be caught dead eating a grain-fed steak, cause heaven only knows what the poor cow suffered before being slaughtered. Most likely it ended its life on a feedlot, being fed some kind of ridiculous concoction of “grain,” that also included rendered proteins from other animals (oh yes, that’s still happening), chemical supplements, and goodness knows what else. Cows aren’t supposed to eat all those things. Their stomachs are made to eat grass. And you’re telling me they are higher quality because they’ve been fed GMO grains? Puh-lease.

Speaking of GMOs. I recently heard the amusing alternative to GMO (Genetically Modified Organism), “God Move Over.” I believe Mark McAfee of Organic Pastures dairy in California coined that one. Farmers (and corporate types) who are fans of GMOs think they are the greatest thing since sliced bread. Plants with pesticides built in! Who couldn’t beat that? But people who don’t like eating pesticides are not such big fans, and farmers who end up with GMO plants in their fields who didn’t plant them there, and who end up in court because Monsanto is a big dumbface who sues the pants off people just because Monsanto copyrighted seeds accidently ended up in someone’s field are definitely not fans.

The point, I suppose, was that the strange thing about this whole food scene is you have people on such rampantly opposite ends of the spectrum. On the one hand: the germaphobes. On the other: the bacteriaphiles. Or the live culture lovers or whatever you want to call them. And each person is rabidly convinced that their way is the right way. I was reading this fantastic New Yorker article about Sandor Ellis Katz the other day (sorry I can’t share, they made it subscriber only on their website) and the guy was talking about people who love to eat rotted meat. That just crosses a line, in my opinion. The argument is supposed to be that prehistoric peoples sometimes ate rotted meat, but seriously, prehistoric people probably ate a lot of very nasty things, and that alone is not an argument for us to eat them, too. I’m going back to the argument that it’s much more pleasant to drink raw milk then to eat fermented fish heads.

I know I’ve made the conclusion before, but there really is no other way to say it: you have to eat what makes you feel good. The odd thing is, I suppose, that people are really good at ignoring when they don’t feel good. There are plenty of people who run around exhausted all the time, are listless, and have constant stomach problems, and it apparently doesn’t occur to them that this could be related to what they eat. Plus you’ve got all these people being diagnosed with allergies (and the allergies just keep getting crazier, how many people are allergic to peanuts now?), and coming down with diabetes, and cancer, and god only knows what else, and still, no one goes, hmm, maybe there’s a reason for it…

Clearly I must be right!


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I’m pretty sure I used to be a hypochondriac when I was younger. I used to freak out at the slightest sign of something that was out of place, and would scour the internet for clues as to my symptoms. When it came to lady-related symptoms especially, I would get in a panic at the slightest sign that something was out of place. That all changed when I learned fertility awareness. Fertility awareness, or charting, is unlike the old “counting days” system that many seem to be aware of. Instead, women who chart keep track of three basic clues as to what’s happening in their bodies: their temperature, their fluids, and the shape and feel of their cervix (and there’s another one- how will I chart when my thermometer stops working?).

The more I’ve learned about my body, the more I’ve ceased to be alarmed by the things it does. This didn’t occur to me until the other day when it crossed my mind that I might be sick, and I simply shrugged it off because it didn’t make that much difference, except that I determined I had to get a lot more rest. Some of the peace of mind also, I think, comes from knowing there’s not much of anything I can do about minor illnesses, anyway. In the old days I might have run to the doctor at the earliest sign of a sinus infection (I have a chronic condition where I get sinus infections at least four times per year), asking for antibiotics, but these days there’s very little that will induce me to take antibiotics. Maybe if I had pneumonia or something. But even then I’d think twice about it.

I was medicated for one thing or another (mostly allergies and asthma) my entire life. And now I find out that the cause behind allergies and asthma, and the alarming rates at which they are increasing, especially among children, is poor immune system health. And most of that is related to diet. I’m never going to believe that growing up next to a power plant and generally living in an area with poor air quality didn’t have something to do with the asthma especially, but it makes sense with the allergies. In order to defeat allergies, you need to have an effective immune system that can fight off invasions. And in order to have an effective immune system, you need to be exposed to lots of things that make your body build antibodies and that sort of thing.

This is going to be the least scientific explanation of immune system function in the world, but bear with me. When you are growing in your mother, you are in a fairly sterile environment. There’s not a lot of back and forth with the outside world. You apparently pick up some of your mother’s antibodies, but the majority of your immunity comes from, believe it or not, the vaginal wall on your way out. That’s when babies pick up all kinds of fun germs and bacterias and things, and are forced to develop an immune response. They’re aided and abetted in that task by breast milk- which is full of all kinds of enzymes and more bacteria and antibodies and all kinds of things that babies need for functional immune systems.

Nowadays babies don’t get all these immune boosters. Instead, more and more babies are born through c-sections, and more and more babies are fed formula instead of breast milk. Formula does not contain antibodies, nor does it contain even a fraction of the nutrition found in breast milk. But we’re obsessed with sterility these days, and breast milk is just plain dirty. Add to all that an overabundance of antibacterial hand soap, sterilized foods, and an aversion to playing in the dirt. This leaves you with people who get sick really often. And are allergic to everything.

I was struck the other day, when listening to an old interview with Mark McAfee (on Underground Wellness, my current favorite podcast, but it’s not on this page, you have to get it on iTunes I think), raw milk guru, by just how insane this is. I’ve always said it was insane, but he put it in a whole new context. Our bodies are mostly made of bacteria. Like half our body mass is bacteria (or something). Bacteria help us with everything- from digestion to fighting off infections to simply existing. And yet we use antibacterial everything. We’re obsessed with pasteurizing milk and irradiating food to “kill the germs.” But our body is made out of “germs.” And by trying to sterilize our environments, and our food, we’re literally killing ourselves. If we removed all the bacteria from our bodies, we would die in a minute. And by not regularly inculcating our guts in particular with a host of good bacteria (from wonderful raw foods), we leave the path wide open for the bad guys- the E. Coli 157s or whatever the new one is.

It seems so illogical, when you stop and think about it. But we’ve all been raised to think germs are bad. We’ve all been raised to think that the cleaner something is, the better. But I’ve stopped washing all the dirt off my vegetables (gasp!). When I get sick, I drink more raw milk, because all that beneficial bacteria has to be good for something (and all the nutrients are pretty good too). A farmer friend was once making me dinner, and he stopped to apologize because he had dirt under all his fingernails. Actually, his fingers are kind of permanently black on the tips. This happened to be during the whole swine flu freak out, when everyone around us was paranoidly spraying down every surface with Lysol, trying to avoid getting sick. We both laughed that we would never get swine flu, because we were simply too dirty.

It’s really true. Children that play in the dirt are healthier. I mean no, not dirt that has been contaminated with industrial waste, and I’d never let kids go near a pile of manure from feedlot cattle. There are obvious limits. But some good healthy dirt? Children have to be exposed to the bad things if their bodies are going to learn to fight them off. Because, let’s face, there’s no way to avoid the bacteria. Not without avoiding ourselves.

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Standing in line at the grocery store, I always surreptitiously watch the people in line around me purchasing their groceries. As I’m only in the store about once a month (and this number shocks me. I can’t for the life of me think what I’m buying), I feel like I maybe look around a little differently than the other people who buy a larger percentage of food at the store.

It absolutely fascinates me to see people buying the “foods” that I am constantly on here criticizing as fake foods. Things that come in boxes. Some people will have an entire cart full of nothing but boxes, and maybe one Perdue chicken. Now, you could say a Perdue chicken is local, because it probably came from the plant down in Salisbury. But god only knows what it went through to get to that cart.

It really fascinates me that in my monthly trip to the grocery store, I very rarely see anyone buying a vegetable. I in fact almost never see anyone in the produce section of the store, and even then they seem to be hovering around the bagged salads. When I was still eating a store diet, I was vegetarian, and I managed to avoid spending money at the store by buying almost exclusively the cheapest produce I could find. The sad thing is, for the same amount of money I could probably buy a much larger portion of calories in the form of a soda or chips or something. Alas, that those calories would not include a single nutrient.

I always wonder, when standing in that grocery store line, if the other people in line are being just as judgmental about what I’m buying as I’m being of their carts. Probably not. If they did judge what I have in my cart, they’d probably be somewhat confused. I decided, for the sake of curiosity, to go back over my grocery store receipts for the past few months to see what it was I actually bought (and what I could therefore eliminate in the next year, as my goal is to never go to the grocery store again except for toilet paper). I will also not deny that a certain part of my desire to go over these receipts was also to avoid doing anything more productive with my evening.

So let’s see. Back in April I bought pasta, box mac and cheese (Annie’s, a guilty pleasure), bread crumbs, black beans, salad dressing, ice cream, pretzels, nuts, and tortillas. I also went back for rice and some asian sauces, which I think was spurred by borrowing my mother’s asian cookbook. The combination of these two visits, which really didn’t amount to any significant part of my diet, probably cost more than three visits or so to the farmers’ market which would have provided me with about ten times more food. In April I also made one more trip to buy some things to make a salad for a party, or maybe for Easter or something. All things I could have avoided if I had thought of something to make for the party farther in advance than the day before.

In May I bought dish washing sponges, sugar (I think that was for wine, and the natural food store was closed), tortillas, butter, cream, soy sauce, granola bars, pretzels, bagels, cheese slices, hummus, and peanut butter. The butter and cream were for the handsome fella’s birthday cake, and thank heaven I will never need to buy them at the store again now that we have a regular supply of local dairy. The last section of things were for our weekend camping trip. I always find I’m shopping at the grocery store a lot before a camping trip, which is demonstrated in July when I bought pretty much all the same stuff, plus more pasta, more box mac and cheese, and paper towels. After returning from our trip I bought more pasta, mac and cheese, Ziplocs, coconut milk, more soy sauce (I think I had forgotten I had just bought it), soy milk, ice cream, aluminum foil, and cheese slices. August was nothing but trash bags and tortillas (I should mention I frequently eat ready made tortillas, plain, as a snack).

September was another big shopping month: lemonade, mac and cheese, pasta, hamburger buns (I think those are still in the fridge), cheese slices, tortillas, soap, toothpaste, vinegar, ice cream, and sponges. October led to crackers, pasta, batteries, hummus, mozzarella and grape tomatoes (a party again), flour, soy milk, mac and cheese, chocolate chips, tortillas, teriyaki, and ice cream. My November receipt is still somewhere in the pile of papers on my floor, but it would probably look pretty similar.

All of this is pretty much what I imagined: junk food, or emergency purchases for a party or some other event I didn’t expect, and all the camping stuff. Otherwise, all I buy is pasta, sauces, spices, and cleaning supplies. What was really shocking was how much this all cost (not as much as my other food purchases, but still a big chunk considering how little of it is edible). I think what I can conclude (and I hope you’re not all terribly bored by now) is that I need to stop eating so much junk food. I’ve already been thinking about New Year’s resolutions (mine are always food related), and I think one of the first will be to stop buying so much box mac and cheese (I should say it is 2-3 boxes a month). It is my comfort food, it is what I cook when I am stressed out and can’t be bothered with anything else. And unfortunately that is too often. The hope is that I will find a way to de-stress my life (ha!) and then I will stop with the junk food. De-stressing would eliminate the mac and cheese, the cheese slices, and maybe, to an extent, even the tortillas.

My other goals for the next year will be to actually use my pasta maker, and to start buying ice cream locally (we have really good local ice cream. I just never make it over to the farm store to buy it…). I am always going to be buying things like salt, baking powder, soy sauce, and coconut milk at the store. At least until there are no more grocery stores. And I don’t think occasionally buying a container of Tribe hummus and a bag of pretzels is going to kill anyone (immediately).

The funny conclusion to all this is, of course, that anyone perusing my grocery store purchases would probably be surprised that I manage to survive on nothing but box mac and cheese, ice cream, and tortillas. But then again, I’m surprised they manage to survive on soda, frozen food, and industrial chickens.

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I was originally going to write a post on all the reasons it is hard to get started in farming if you are a new, young, and relatively poor farmer (or wannabe farmer). This was going to include a bulleted list of all the reasons, mostly economic or regulatory, especially in light of this new stupid food bill that is supposed to give the FDA more power to protect consumers from unsafe foods, but is actually going to result in the FDA persecuting more small farmers, amendment or no amendment, because that’s what the FDA does. If they wanted to go after big processors for violations they already have the power to do so. They just choose not to.

Anyway, in reading all this debate about the food safety modernization act (S. 510), I had a sudden vision of what the future of farming could look like. I should add that I was also reading The Complete Patient when this came to me.

If the Food Safety bill passes into law, it would potentially be possible for the FDA to make pasteurization law throughout the entire country, which would overturn the right of states to decide whether products (and not just milk) can be sold raw or not. Other products that have been under attack lately include raw cheese, almonds, and apple cider. Vegetables are probably next.

But how can you outlaw raw vegetables, you might be asking. Easy. Make irradiation required for “safe” food. Irradiation is the process by which produce is subjected to radiation in order to supposedly kill pathogens. It also kills the produce. When you go outside and pick a pepper and eat it, the pepper is literally still alive. Its cells are still functioning. As long as that pepper is still green (or red or whatever), it is still “alive.” This is how it is able to provide you with nutrition. This is why cooking vegetables reduces the available nutrition (it kills the pepper). Irradiation does the same thing… and adds radiation, just for the fun of it! Because we should all be eating things that have been subjected to radiation.

So raw vegetables might become illegal, as well as making raw milk and raw dairy products illegal nationwide. They could declare all raw juices illegal. They could declare freshly baked bread illegal, for all we know. The fact is, this bill gives the FDA such broad, undefined, sweeping powers that we have no idea what they’ll decide to do next.

Every time I think of this I get an image in my head of people farming underground, trying to escape the notice of the FDA, and distributing non-irradiated green peppers on the black market, meeting in back alleys and exchanging produce boxes of squash. Making surreptitious phone calls with code words and arranging to exchange a few ungassed tomatoes (if you buy a tomato in the grocery store, it was picked green and gassed to make it turn red) for a round of raw cheese.

I imagine people gardening under cover of darkness, in unused lots and abandoned corners of fields, trying to get by without being caught by regulators and suffering impossible fees or even jail time for failing to fill out paperwork (oh yeah- the House version of S. 510 includes ten years jail time for failing to properly file paperwork). I imagine people smuggling garden tools under jackets, hiding produce in secret compartments in the backs of their cars in case they get pulled over. And then I think, wow, this sounds a lot like the war on drugs. And then I think, oh right, this is happening now! Plenty of people are out there smuggling raw dairy and cider and other products, and jumping every time a police officer drives by their house in case they are about to be subjected to one of the raids that have been increasing drastically in the last four years.

This all may sound ridiculous, but it is happening, more and more every day. There was a farmer just a few years ago (two I think) who was interrogated into unconsciousness by a group of police, state, and federal agents for delivering raw milk to a group of eaters. There’s the now well publicized raid on Rawesome in California, where federal agents, guns drawn, lined volunteers up against the wall and frisked them. The more regulations the FDA enacts, the more we are going to be forced to go underground with our food production and distribution.

Unless, of course, we are all perfectly happy to eat Franken-foods made from GMOs and radiation and god only knows what else.

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As I mentioned, I spent all of last week away for work. We were staying in historic Williamsburg, to visit Colonial Williamsburg (which is essentially a theme park) and the actual site of Jamestown, which is mostly an archaeological excavation site. I took lots of pictures and video for them (which is essentially my job) and even got in a round of putt-putt with the students, so all was well. Except the food.

I pride myself on attempting to eat well, even when on the road, but my determination to not eat meat unless I’ve met the animal first puts a damper on the options available. Also, when it comes down to it, I’m just flat out picky. And I hate salads that aren’t in season. And I’m too stubborn to pay for different food when I have the option of getting it for free- not that I would have had a lot of other choices even if I did choose to drive off somewhere looking for food. And so, alas, I ate extremely poorly for three straight days.

Each day started out with the complimentary breakfast at the hotel. White flour bagels, white flour waffles, terrifying looking scrambled eggs, and a selection of mini Yoplait yogurts. I opted for the yogurt, thinking it would be the least offensive item on the menu, until I read the ingredients:

Ew. The second ingredient is sugar. This is followed by several more varieties of sugar. It’s yogurt, people. You know what the ingredients of yogurt should be? Fucking milk, and active cultures. And not pasteurized, cultured milk either. Raw milk, please. Maybe some fruit or honey. High fructose corn syrup my ass. Though this paled in comparison to the chicken I thankfully was not eating at lunch at one of the taverns in Colonial Williamsburg. I had opted for a very sad portobello mushroom sandwich on some very soggy white bread. The mushroom wasn’t cooked right and was therefore about the same consistency as rubber. And yet I still preferred this to what one of the students ordered. A caeser salad with “rotisserie flavored” chicken pieces. Check out the ingredients on this one:

Could someone please explain to me why there are so many terrifying sounding ingredients on what is supposed to be a bunch of chicken pieces? And yes, those are the chicken pieces at the bottom of the bag. Does that look like chicken to anyone else?

To make matters worse, the various “historic” taverns had attempted to add vegetarian items to their menus. I guess that’s what they were doing, at least. You would think this would be a good thing, but these kinds of places haven’t the faintest idea how to make an appetizing vegetarian meal. My one and only option one night (aside from salad, sans chicken) was a pasta dish. It sounded ok on the menu, but I wasn’t expecting much (even though this was a $20 plus per plate restaurant). Sure enough, it was pasta floating in some kind of sickening separated cream sauce. Apparently these sorts of restaurants were never informed that it’s a bad idea to put a cup of oil in your cream sauce, because they will separate. Leaving you with a mess of lumpy semi melted cheese and a lot of oil. The vegetables in this dish were just as pathetic- some very sad possibly sautéed peppers and carrots and broccoli. Ugh. I would have taken this meal again without question, however, after I saw the menu the next night. The only thing on the menu that did not contain meat was a suspicious sounding “crock of cheese.” However, I have been known to enjoy the occasional crock of queso, and thinking this must be some sort of colonial version of queso or at the very least cheese fondue, went for it.

Alas. The cheese was some kind of cold, spreadable “cheese” product that had about the same flavor as my napkin. It was a vivid yellow (or at least so far as I could tell by candlelight), and I haven’t the faintest idea what it was actually made of, but I can tell you it probably wasn’t milk. I ate about three bites of this before admitting defeat. Thank heaven two of the boys on the trip had ordered meals that had sides of potatoes, and neither of them wanted to eat them. So I ate two sides of potatoes for dinner. It was possibly the most unsatisfactory meal I have ever been subjected to, and that includes the so-called “vegetarian chili” I had for lunch at the café in Jamestown. This “vegetarian chili” consisted primarily of cauliflower and some other unidentified vegetables in some kind of broth. I also counted three black beans. I have never once in my life experienced a chili with no more than three beans. I am still completely baffled at why they didn’t just call it “stew” and get on with it.

I refrained from taking pictures of these last three items, as they really weren’t worth the effort of capturing. But you can’t even imagine how thrilled I was to come home, cut off a big hunk of raw milk cheese from PA, fry up some local free range bacon, and down a couple glasses of local, fresh pressed raw apple cider. Thank god for that. The utter irony of all this of course comes with this sign, which you will pass as you cross the bridge into historic Colonial Williamsburg, where the original Williamsburg of 1781 or so is supposed to have been recreated for you as it would have been 300 plus years ago. This is one of a series of signs designed to get you in the spirit of things, and to alert you to what you should expect from the recreated historic city:

If Colonial Williamsburg the theme park took a hint from the actual historic Williamsburg on this one, I think the food selection would improve astronomically. And what an opportunity for Virginia farmers- what an amazing opportunity to restore some heirloom breeds, in order to provide the taverns with actual, authentic, colonial food! But alas, once again. I’m pretty damn sure the taverns are supplied by Sysco.

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By this time next week we will be in Savannah, and I cannot wait. I go on vacations more to get things done, than anything else, because it seems at home I am constantly pulled away by the day to day- two jobs and a workshare and organizing and trying to keep my house in order and trying to plan for the farm- yeah. Anyway, for this trip I am planning on taking a stab at another paper on Tolkien. I still need to go back and expand on the one I have, in the vague hope that one day I might publish the thing, but I have two new ideas that I’d like to explore and laying around various state parks seems like a great time to reread the Lord of the Rings for the millionth time.

Here’s the first question I plan to explore: what do Elves eat? I think only someone so obsessed with food and farming as me would actually ask this question, but I think it is a mark of how well developed Tolkien’s secondary reality is that I’m even asking. We know that hobbits farm. This is a well established point. And we know that men farm, at least we seem to get some of that when they refer to farming villages within Rohan and Gondor. But Elves? What the hell are they eating?

You never once see an elf farming. They must be eating, because they have plenty of feasts, but where is the food coming from? Are there farms in Lothlorien? As far as I can remember, there are no in depth descriptions of what the elves are eating, which would help quite a bit in answering this question. Maybe they all have forest gardens, which would fit with the way in which elves approach their environment. But I don’t think we could ever definitively say, and my speculations will have to wait until after I’ve read more carefully on the subject.

People usually laugh when I bring up points like this, as if it simply doesn’t matter. But I personally have a terribly hard time suspending my disbelief of a fantasy or science fiction work without at least some attention paid to how the characters are getting their food. It is such an essential part of my day that it still baffles me that 8PM can roll about and some people still haven’t even thought about what they might make for dinner. I usually have at least a vague idea planned out days before, or at least the morning of. For example, tonight I will be attempting to finish off the vegetables left in the fridge, because we get our share tomorrow and there will be fresh ones to use.

It reminds me of the opening song of Mystery Science Theater: “if you’re wondering how he eats and breaths, and other science facts/ then repeat to yourself it’s just a show/ I should really just relax.” In that case, you can stop thinking about where his food comes from. The show is so goofy to start with, and the only point of watching is for the parts where they are making fun of the movies. Everyone I’ve ever watched the show with fastforwards through the parts where Joel or Mike are interacting with the evil supervillians and so on (because no one, I think, has ever figured out what those parts are for).

But it happens fairly often in fantasty/sci fi. Few people ask how they eat. Sometimes they put that in, especially in the more thoughtful pieces. But it seems to be one of those things we just take for granted. There will be food. Oh, we will have a device, or something, and it will just make food. But even Harry f-ing Potter establishes that there is no way to make food from nothing. You can summon it if you know where it is, you can transfigure it, but you can’t just create it. Food comes from somewhere, and that is the land or the sea or, more specifically, the elements contained within. The nutrients in the soil plus the bacteria that digest them and make them available to plants which are then eaten by us or by animals make food. The same in the sea. Without bacteria, and without the building blocks of foods (nitrogen and carbon and all the rest), we would have nothing. Supposedly nanotech is going to make all these natural processes obsolete and you will be able to make food ostensibly from “nothing.” But even nanotech would just be replacing the role of bacteria- instead of tiny creatures, you’d have tiny microscopic machines taking the nutrients out of the air and assembling them into food. I for one hope this never comes to pass. I am absolutely certain that no machine will ever be able to assemble all the pieces in the same way they are assembled in actual food. We have yet to even identify all the nutrients in food, much less figure out how they all function in concert. And yet we are somehow going to make microscopic machines that can figure this out? I don’t believe it. They may make some semblance of food, but I’ll bet you anything everyone starts dying off of malnutrition before you know it.

They already are, really. We’re already trying to do the same with food- grow it by only adding certain elements to the soil, when really we have no understanding of all the many things that bacteria and fungi in the soil need to feed plants. And so we grow nothing but nutrient deficient foods. And suffer for it, with our terrible national health. We’re living in a fantasy world more fantastic (ie hard to believe) than Tolkien’s- one in which we’ve convinced ourselves that we know better than “nature,” and that we can survive all on our own. And it’s going to come back and bite us in the ass, just like all the prideful villains of LOtR. We are creating the means of our own destruction. And we can’t even see it in front of our faces.

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Raw Milk Video Blog

Sucks A LOT. Regardless of whether it’s organic.

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