Reclaiming Corn

Corn is genetically modified to enable it to be drenched in RoundUp.  After harvest, it is splintered and fractionated into a million different products and applications.  There are 38 ingredients in a Chicken McNugget and 18 are derived from corn.  Crazy.  Crazy that we are smart enough to make a whole world of products from the humble corn seed, but not smart enough to see that as a problem.  Seems to me like we are just smart enough to hang ourselves.  It’s amazing that we can modify species on a genetic level, but so stupid that we think there are not huge consequences to that.

My daughter is allergic to corn.  We found this out this past April.  Pulling all the corn from her diet has made a huge difference in her.  She has more energy, is happier, and is no longer complaining of daily stomach aches, headaches, and irritated skin.  Corn is in EVERYTHING.  Citric acid, ascorbic acid, caramel coloring, iodized salt, dextrose, white vinegar, and on and on and on.  I guess 90% of items in boxes and cans on grocery shelves contains corn.  Extreme overuse is at the heart of the huge wave of food allergies and sensitivities.  I think GMOs play a big part as well.

This year I grew 2 heirloom corns and I will use to make cornmeal and I hope my daughter will not react to them.  We will see.  I harvested them yesterday and they are drying now.  They are so beautiful!  They were worth the effort for beauty alone.  Red Floriani Flint Corn and Oaxacan Green Dent are the 2 we planted.  Beauty and diversity has been kicked to the curb by uniformity and technology.  The only way to fight the tide of mono-culture is by growing and consuming heirloom foods as diverse as possible.  The gifts of this planet are so plentiful and awe-inspiring.

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Family Time


Me and Bertha
Me and Bertha
I spent three and a half hours in the garden on Sunday.  For the last half of that, Lily and Paco joined me.  I got caught up on the raspberries, picked peppers, and they helped me bring the beans in.  As we unraveled beans from the drying cornstalks, Paco remembered something from his youth.  He said this time of year, friends and he would pack a picnic lunch and hike the mountain near his home.  Along the way, they woul break off pieces of cornstalks, peel them (must use your teeth here!), and chew on them. 
Surprise!! The inner stalks are super sweet and juicy!!  you chew them up and then spit out the fibrous leftovers.  Amazing.  I have never heard of that.  It was a great way to refresh yourself.  This “forgotten” memory turned into a wonderful morning of family togetherness.  Lily was quite content to chew on corn stalks while we finished the beans. 
On the way in the house, we stopped to feed the chickens and goats.  Bertha, (pictured)  as usual, needed her cuddles.
What a wonderful way to start a day.