I Really Must Stop

Stop clicking on links, that is. The other day I read this piece over at 101 Cookbooks. That night I dreamed that this scientist summoned me to her office to inform me that all of my broiler chicks had been illegally genetically modified at the hatchery and must all be destroyed.

Matt said, “That’s what you dream about?”

Not that I didn’t know about GMO’s. I was just looking for the Herbed Buttermilk Popcorn recipe. But it does irritate me that foods made from genetically-modified ingredients aren’t required to be labeled as such. Consumers ought to be able to know what they’re eating and make choices about it.

Then again, there is a label for non-GMO foods. It’s called organic.

Then again again, I’m think I’m being hypocritical. We feed our cattle corn that we purchase from our local elevator, and we have no way of knowing whether it’s GMO corn or not. Same with our pig and chicken feed. But to buy certified organic feeds would be so cost prohibitive that it would put us out of business.

So it is one of our dreams to someday own enough acres to grow all the grains we need for our animals. Someday.

Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset. ~St Francis de Sales

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