When Machines Make Our Food

 

When Machines Make Our Food

     Yesterday saw three women with children working the kitchen.  Momma and daughters peeled, boiled, pulverized, hot water bathed, and finally sealed applesauce in the ever popular Mason jars.  Glass hides nothing.  Maybe that’s the picture.

     I think we ran into problems when canned goods were introduced to America.  Sometime around WWII the market really took off.  Postwar found Mom strolling through the grocery store stocking up on weekly supplies.  Preservatives came next as an added stream to the river of convenience.  The pressing flow became current when little Eddie grabbed his vitamin fortified, sugar-frosted nothingness.  Filling his belly with industrial chemicals, teacher wondered why his attention bounced about like a superball.  ADHD?  Could it be an avalanche in the making?  Snow came in layered deposition.  A shock sound provoked what little Johnnie could not handle.  Spectral dysfunction and the poor kid wears earplugs all day.  What are we feeding them?

     These freaks of society are not freaks at all.  They demand our full attention and love.  Wonderful creatures they are.  Yet, trapped in bodies, their spiritual interfaces are handicapped by inner sensory overload and extra stimulation that charges their motor neurons like cocaine.

“FD&C Yellow 5, also known as tartrazine, is a synthetic food dye that's used as a colorant in many foods, drinks, medications, and personal care products."  - Google

Really?

     Synthetic?  Like grandma’s nylons?  So how many food substances can be extracted from a barrel of crude oil?  Hydrolyzed vegetable oil is a great tummy warmer.  Carbon to hydrogen bonds break giving energy – oh, plenty of it, right to the midsection when the caloric expenditure does not meet the couch potato’s seat.  Perhaps a waistline past 40” throws a flag we see on the field of life every Sunday night.

     What’s weird?  Seeing a picture of men and women doing outside calisthenics preparing for wartime readiness.  Oh, it was in black and white, but fitness was not hidden.  Little obesity.  Early American television also testifies.  Typically, individual society members did not drag about with them an extra forty pounds.

     A coworker suffering diabetes once told me to regard food as medicine.  As with every drug, there are side effects.  The good with the bad.  What am I to make of wheat bread that can sit in my cupboard for two weeks without getting moldy?   Shelf stable means that.  Like nuclear radiation threatening to radiate beyond its confines, preservatives put a check into the process of decay.

     East to west.  Miles and diesel fuel in between.  If it's gotta ship then put wheels under it and send it over a black asphalt path to the consumer with their mouths wide open.  Spoilage?  Irradiate and chemically infuse like green treated lumber.  Creosote climbs up the pole and cancer lays down the tracks to a hospital waiting.

     So we drag our junk into the ER.  “Doctor!  Fix me!”  Behind his test tube vials, he takes off his goggles long enough to behold the X-ray.  Radiation reveals an anomaly.  Isn’t that what Nagasaki thought?  Pollution to the next generation as the ground water could not be trusted.

^{1 Timothy 6:10a “}For the love of money is the root of all evil:”

     When the dollar drives down care to its lowest level, twinkies prevail.  A myriad of bargaining adds tempt the eye to grab the poison from the shelf.  A deadened tongue cannot decipher and the stomach wonders what to do with the substances flushed down the pipe.  Once in the body, the kidneys and liver are commanded to process the waste.  What cannot be excreted becomes toxic.  Heavy metals become heavy.  Suddenly DHS wants a report.  Why are we torturing our bodies?

     Food is good.  We consume what the soil provides.  Elemental our we in our being.  To dust we will return.  Will the casket glow while the priest slaps on a warning label? 

“known to cause cancer, birth defects, or other reproductive harm.”

     Afterall, someone has to warn the worms.