What have they done to the strawberries?
Mar. 25th, 2005 06:00 pmThree weeks running now, I have bought strawberries at the market. "Product of California."
Strawberries are one of my absolute favorite fruits. I should know that when they look this perfect, they can't be real, and indeed, they aren't. Larger than any strawberry has a right to be, but the color looks right. Not much fragrance, which should be a dead giveaway. But, aching as I am for real spring, and egged on by sale prices, I buy.
I guess they use so much crude oil based fertilizer in California now that the fruit has given up and turned to wax. These "berries" are red as if they were ripe, but hard and crunchy as wood and tasteless as sawdust. I suppose someone has decided as well that the only purpose a strawberry serves is as an ornament for the salad bar. Who would try to eat it? After all, it's nothing like a McDonald's hamburger, which seems to be what most people think of as "food" these days.
Time was when you brought home a box of strawberries and it was necessary to wash and slice them immediately. I used to sprinkle the sliced fruit with brandy to stave off the mold that would rapidly appear even in the refrigerator, and we would make a point of eating them all up within 24 hours. They were so sweet you never even thought of adding sugar, and the strawberry flavor and aroma so strong that it would linger in the air after just opening the fridge for a moment.
Well, no more. These things that pass as strawberries can sit out at room temperature for days without any apparent change or deterioration. They have no juice in them, but are as dry as cardboard (which actually has more taste, I suspect.) You can drop them on the floor and they won't burst and splatter the way a real strawberry does. Instead, they bounce, and when they come to rest, they bear no bruise or mark.
No doubt some university plant experiment station spent years "perfecting" these, and California's agribusinesses were eager to put them into production. No waste, no rush, hard enough to be packed (and perhaps even picked) by machines, durable enough to be shipped cheaply (do they even bother with refrigeration at all?) and as perfect in appearance as any face-lifted, tummy-tucked, nose-jobbed, bleached-haired Hollywood starlet. The saddest thing is, probably most people have already forgotten what the real strawberries were like.
As the Red Delicious apple (perfect, smooth, shiny, bright red, and with all the flavor and texture of a painted doorknob) came to take over the US marketplace almost completely in the 1950s, pushing aside dozens of better tasting varieties that weren't as pretty or as easy to pack and ship... As the "strip-mined" (thanks, Garrison Keillor, for the metaphor) tomato, those hard crunchy tasteless things that look red but were picked green and gassed to picture perfection while still tough enough to survive a fall from the second story to the concrete without a fracture took over in the 1970s... Now the wax strawberry is about to push real, ripe, local fruit out of your marketplace. What next? Can sweet corn be made from pressed wood pulp? Peaches from candle drippings perhaps? Melons are already marching inexorably toward the same tasteless, wooden fate already enjoyed by the apples and tomatoes.
Does no one care? So it would appear. I actually had the experience a few years back of coming across some genuine, ripe, locally grown tomatoes in the supermarket. I stood and watched in amazement as one shopper after another would pick up one or two and then put them back down with an expression of dismay or disgust. They were RIPE. Heavy, soft, full of tomato juice. What a tomato should be. But these shoppers obviously thought there was something wrong with them. Give them those rubber tomatoes from California any day. None of this genuine ripe fruit stuff for them, no sir.
Sigh. Two months before real strawberries come from our own garden, and the plants keep producing for a week or two. Three months before a real ripe tomato emerges. I must be getting too old and crotchety.
Strawberries are one of my absolute favorite fruits. I should know that when they look this perfect, they can't be real, and indeed, they aren't. Larger than any strawberry has a right to be, but the color looks right. Not much fragrance, which should be a dead giveaway. But, aching as I am for real spring, and egged on by sale prices, I buy.
I guess they use so much crude oil based fertilizer in California now that the fruit has given up and turned to wax. These "berries" are red as if they were ripe, but hard and crunchy as wood and tasteless as sawdust. I suppose someone has decided as well that the only purpose a strawberry serves is as an ornament for the salad bar. Who would try to eat it? After all, it's nothing like a McDonald's hamburger, which seems to be what most people think of as "food" these days.
Time was when you brought home a box of strawberries and it was necessary to wash and slice them immediately. I used to sprinkle the sliced fruit with brandy to stave off the mold that would rapidly appear even in the refrigerator, and we would make a point of eating them all up within 24 hours. They were so sweet you never even thought of adding sugar, and the strawberry flavor and aroma so strong that it would linger in the air after just opening the fridge for a moment.
Well, no more. These things that pass as strawberries can sit out at room temperature for days without any apparent change or deterioration. They have no juice in them, but are as dry as cardboard (which actually has more taste, I suspect.) You can drop them on the floor and they won't burst and splatter the way a real strawberry does. Instead, they bounce, and when they come to rest, they bear no bruise or mark.
No doubt some university plant experiment station spent years "perfecting" these, and California's agribusinesses were eager to put them into production. No waste, no rush, hard enough to be packed (and perhaps even picked) by machines, durable enough to be shipped cheaply (do they even bother with refrigeration at all?) and as perfect in appearance as any face-lifted, tummy-tucked, nose-jobbed, bleached-haired Hollywood starlet. The saddest thing is, probably most people have already forgotten what the real strawberries were like.
As the Red Delicious apple (perfect, smooth, shiny, bright red, and with all the flavor and texture of a painted doorknob) came to take over the US marketplace almost completely in the 1950s, pushing aside dozens of better tasting varieties that weren't as pretty or as easy to pack and ship... As the "strip-mined" (thanks, Garrison Keillor, for the metaphor) tomato, those hard crunchy tasteless things that look red but were picked green and gassed to picture perfection while still tough enough to survive a fall from the second story to the concrete without a fracture took over in the 1970s... Now the wax strawberry is about to push real, ripe, local fruit out of your marketplace. What next? Can sweet corn be made from pressed wood pulp? Peaches from candle drippings perhaps? Melons are already marching inexorably toward the same tasteless, wooden fate already enjoyed by the apples and tomatoes.
Does no one care? So it would appear. I actually had the experience a few years back of coming across some genuine, ripe, locally grown tomatoes in the supermarket. I stood and watched in amazement as one shopper after another would pick up one or two and then put them back down with an expression of dismay or disgust. They were RIPE. Heavy, soft, full of tomato juice. What a tomato should be. But these shoppers obviously thought there was something wrong with them. Give them those rubber tomatoes from California any day. None of this genuine ripe fruit stuff for them, no sir.
Sigh. Two months before real strawberries come from our own garden, and the plants keep producing for a week or two. Three months before a real ripe tomato emerges. I must be getting too old and crotchety.
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Date: 2005-03-25 04:19 pm (UTC)One wonders why.
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Date: 2005-04-03 07:07 pm (UTC)It was so hard getting real strawberries, took us several trips to the market and seing in different places, they were all just odorless..
But the ones we finally found were awesome, really really great strawberries.
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Date: 2005-03-25 06:00 pm (UTC)They breed strawberries for size, not for taste. So the larger the strawberries get, the farther genetically separated they likely are from good tasting ones.
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Date: 2005-03-26 06:21 pm (UTC)The larger the watermelon, the more water and less sugar inside. And so forth.
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Date: 2005-03-25 06:42 pm (UTC)I heard a nutritionist on the radio talking about how the so-called "perfect" tomato we grow on a special farm with it's genes tinkered with for "optimal" nutrition actually has less nutritional value than a standard tomato grown in a garden 50 years ago. He said it has more to do with fertalizers and how that changes the chemical processes the produce goes through, preventing it from absorbing the trace elements it would otherwise pull in naturally trying to find the same food in the soil...
I heard a government watchdog last night say that they are now developing tomatos that grow with human gene sequences in them. I can't imagine why they'd do that, but it's being attempted... All I have to say to that is soylent green is people...
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Date: 2005-03-25 06:54 pm (UTC)Seriously.... You're not old and crochety, or at least if you're crochety you have good reason for it. Food as most of us know it today is but a shadow of what it should be. A very big shadow, of course, because they're growing for size these days as has been mentioned, but a tasteless bland shadow. I'd be pretty sure that if there's no taste, there's also no nutrients, either.
The only way around that is to grow your own, as it sounds like you do. But of course nothing's ready to harvest now. Now is the early spring of our discontent, I guess.
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Date: 2005-03-25 07:26 pm (UTC)Grow yer own.
;)
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Date: 2005-03-25 07:28 pm (UTC)I miss having a garden. I miss the taste of real food, not this stuff we find in fast food places like McDeaths. Seems even beef, chicken and pork are loosing that distinct flavor they used to have only a few years ago all because of the hormones and special feed they give the damn animals. Trust me, there is a definite taste difference between a steak that is from a machine fed cow and one that was raised with a lot of grazing in a meadow and normal un-enhanced feed.
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Date: 2005-03-26 06:33 pm (UTC)Eek.
Date: 2005-03-27 02:28 am (UTC)Re: Eek.
Date: 2005-03-27 04:12 am (UTC)Paranoid health regulations enter into the problem too. That isn't so much a federal issue, but a local one. Where I live, for instance, county health regulations forbid "reselling" of farm produce unless the farm is "registered and licensed". If I grow apples, I am allowed to sell them from a stand or shop on my own land, or in a farmer's market, but I cannot sell them wholesale to a supermarket that would resell them to the public. The licensing process is prohibitive to all but the largest producers. So in effect the retailers are actually forbidden to sell local produce. Instead they have to obtain fruits and vegetables from a licensed wholesaler who probably buys them by the trainload from really big producers, most of whom are in California. Whatever those California superfarms choose to sell, that's all the choice we get even 2000 miles away.
The profit-maximizing behavior of big business enters into it at the supermarket level too. Most markets are owned by gigantic national corporations. They are vertically integrated, and literally own everything from the farm where the food is grown to the processing plant that packages it to the trucks that carry it across the country, the warehaouses, and the retail store. They wouldn't make as high a profit if they bought local produce and resold it locally in each area, so they don't do that.
Local farmers still do grow and sell some fruits and vegetables, but mostly it's the excess of what they grow for their own use. Because they have no outlet other than their own direct sales, the consumer can't get local produce (which is picked when ripe and sold immediately, in season) unless he or she travels around to individual farms or farmer's markets to get it. In general, this is prohibitive, especially in these times of high fuel costs and limited time for such pursuits.
It's all a very unhappy situation. (And don't tell me libertarians would make it better. At the heart of the problem is the big business: the giant produce farms, the giant supermarket chains. The regulations were created to suit them, and under libertarianism they still would be able to do as they please to maximize their own profit and underserve their customers who have no alternative source of supply.)
You might wonder what local farmers do grow under these circumstances. The answer is, very little variety. They grow what they are still allowed to sell, and the available buyer is, ultimately, those same giant food businesses. Most of what they do buy here in the midwest is animal feed. Most farmers grow corn and soybeans and a little hay. This is sold to the big agribusiness and used to fatten meat animals. It's terribly inefficient and wasteful from everyone's point of view, except that of the big businesses who own the bulk of the process.
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Date: 2005-03-28 10:22 pm (UTC)There's still nothing finer than fresh backyard fruit, even if you can only get it for a very short time every year.