| I've spent the past few days hanging out with two men from Africa - one from Kenya and one from Uganda. Yesterday, we ate lunch together. The meal was a salad that probably came out of a bag with your choice of dressing, grilled soggy veggies, roasted herb potatoes, turkey, and a corn pudding (very similar to corn bread but very moist).
I piled my plate high in a rather ambitious fashion. I should eat grilled veggies but I really don't like them. I don't hate all grilled veggies, but I generally dislike the ones served in catered meals at conferences like these grilled veggies. I skipped the onions, zucchini, and red peppers and opted for asparagus (probably from South America) and yellow squash. Then I got what I knew I'd like: potatoes and corn pudding.
Back at the table, my African friends politely ate as I choked down my asparagus and squash. I eagerly ate up all of my potatoes, and my favorite was the corn pudding. I offered the remaining mountain of asparagus on my plate to my African friends (I had finished the squash, with much effort) and went back for seconds on the corn pudding. It was so good, I gulped it down immediately!
At our table, we began talking about the food. I don't know if either of the Africans really liked the food or if they were just being polite. They told me the food from their countries was great because they had lots of diversity. Then, the man from Kenya pointed to his corn pudding and asked: "Is this GMO?"
This was very possibly his first time having to wonder whether the food on his plate was genetically modified. Back home, many African countries do not allow GMOs at all. Whereas we Americans were fed GMOs without our permission or (in many cases) knowledge long ago, the Africans are very conscious of the issue and many have strong opinions about it.
"Yes," I replied. Then I looked at the kernels of sweet corn in the bread and said, "No."
"No?" he asked. "Not GMO?"
I thought again. There were kernels of non-GMO sweet corn but the corn meal as probably GMO. "Both," I corrected myself.
"Yes, GMO?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
He pushed it over to the side of my plate, no longer interested in eating any more of it. Jokingly, I told him that if he had any more children they would be born with three heads. He knew I was kidding and we both laughed. I'd obviously already pigged out on the corn pudding, GMO or not. At one point, a few years ago, I tried to be a purist with my food, but I've given up. It's just too difficult, living here and avoiding food grown via objectionable practices.
It's wonderful seeing our food system through such different eyes as I hang out with my new friends. I don't mean to imply that our system is wrong and theirs is right (or vice versa), but having somebody who comes from such a different background with you makes you question things that you might not otherwise question. |