Remember that huge Facebook freakout your friends threw over "sawdust" (plant cellulose) being added to Shaky Cheese to prevent caking and no matter what you said they continued to believe that it was sawdust?
Anyway. Eff FB.
Yay Shaky Cheese.
#Spaghetti
#Food
In case anyone else believes that there is wood in cheese- https://abbeythefoodscientist.com/is-there-really-wood-pulp-and-sawdust-in-your-parmesan-cheese/
People were so INVESTED in believing that sawdust hoax that they screamed at me when I tried to explain plant cellulose.
And that's when I started backing away from FB.
These were otherwise intelligent people. Not RWNJ.
Most of them heavily Left.
It was crazy.
@Shelter I mean, it is often made from sawdust, but it's usually other plant waste. It's fairly harmless, but it's still a way to rip off consumers by adding non-nutritive filler.
In ancient Rome, adding fillers like ashes or sawdust to bread would get you a hand reduction.
My concern isn't that it's a dangerous product it's that it inflates volume and weight without value.
It's totally valid to be pissed over a label that says 100% cheese if cellulose is added to prevent caking.
But the sawdust freakout was wild.
@Shelter Like the "pink slime" thing. I tried to tell people "that's what's been in the hot dogs and bologna you eat all along".
I have discovered that MOST people want to remain unaware of how the sausage gets made.
@Shelter Can confirm. I've been watching for a while now. And.. yup!
My husband grew up poor and country.
I grew up poor and suburban.
I have always made sure my kids know where their food comes from and how, and my husband plugs his ears and sings Refrigerator Trucks.
It's hilarious.
I don't get it.
When 16 was 3 he sang Chicken buck buck buck at the table before taking a bite, and my husband had to leave the table.
@Shelter Ha ha!
But maybe your husband just saw things he can't unsee at some point that bothered him. Or it could even be that he _didn't_ ever see them because "gross"!
@AskTheDevil
I mean yeah he worked on a Perdue chicken farm in the 70s.
Which is why I always have to carve any meat and tear apart the carcasses.
I get that.
But he's incredibly grossed out by the fact that his food used to be alive, and yet won't really eat vegetables.
It's exhausting.
@Shelter Oh, hell. I have known more than one person who worked specifically at Perdue, and would not even eat chicken at all afterward.
Geez. I'm kinda sorry if I laughed at his reaction now. : )
Working in industrial animal processing of any kind will put you off your food.
One would think!
And yet he still is meat (poultry and sometimes pork now) and potatoes.
We'd barely eat animal except seafood (which he hates) if he didn't need meat but also need someone else to handle it.
@Shelter Well, I hope he is aware that he is fortunate to have you.
: )
We can't all be big and tough about everything all the time. Sometimes, one partner can handle the dead animals and the other is good at getting rid of that spider in the bathroom or whatever.
He used to be the spider guy.
Now I'm mom and the everything guy.
Drove home from school once and saw a snake flipping on the hot asphalt, parked, got out, picked it up, and threw it into the grass.
I have become That Person, but I retain my empathy. He doesn't thank his food.
I do.
@Shelter In our house, I'm the spider guy. But not because my husband is _afraid_ of spiders. It's just better for the _spiders_ if I'm the one who gets to them first.
I make my decision based on location and reach.
Unfortunately some have to die.
I am allergic to spiders and my mom came home to me on the bathroom floor with a thermometer in my hand reading 104 and a spider bite on my thigh when I was 15.
If I can get them out I do.
If not? Raid.
@Shelter I feel that.
@Shelter And I do believe in thanking your food, even if the food can't hear it.
@Shelter Ha ha! That's funny. It's often the other way round. The country person is like "this is what the inside of a cow looks like" and the suburban person is "NO! Steak comes in little packages at the store!"
: )