|Have you ever seen strawberries this big?|
Summer is here and strawberry season continues. My neighborhood market is selling them cheap; two pound boxes for $3.00. They are huge, meaty berries with glossy pelts that ripple and shine like snake skin. Firm too. They seem almost unnatural. When I was a kid and we went strawberry picking, we were lucky to come back with berries much bigger than marbles, most of which would melt in the car ride home, whereas, these strawberries appear hardy enough to withstand a round of flag football, much less 30 minutes in a warm car trunk.
Beautiful as they are, their near-bionic exterior makes me wonder…
Yes, I know that any plant species can be tinkered with to improve their survival between farm and market, and that is important when it comes to keeping food affordable to the masses, but honestly, doesn’t this seem a bit much? Would it be so bad if we had to stick with those squishy, marble size strawberries?
When I was a kid, and the teacher was explaining how the reproductive organs worked, someone in the class asked “How do twins work?” and the teacher replied “Same thing times two. It’s like a chicken laid two eggs in one shell.” and ever since that day, every time I crack an egg, I have been looking for two eggs in one shell. Never found it. Until…
Last weekend I not only found two yolks in one shell; I found three yolks in the shell right next to it. For a moment there I felt extra lucky until I got curious and cracked two more eggs and found the same thing. The whole box. All double or triple yolks. Clearly they did not all come from the same chicken; could there really be an entire farm where all the chickens lay double eggs? And if so, what do they do to the chickens to prompt such a thing? Do I want to know?
And that is the problem.
There is an expression that goes something like “You wouldn’t eat that hot dog if you saw how it was made.” and I know a lot of people who do not eat dogs precisely for that reason. And they are probably smart for it. But I’m not talking about hot dogs; I’m talking about strawberries. And eggs. And Lord only knows what was going on with the toast…
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