Monday, September 17, 2012

Organic v Conventional Tomatoes: Scrutiny of Taste

            An article recently published in Annals of Internal Medicine aimed to clarify the old argument of nutrient values and health risks in organic vs. conventional foods. Their findings suggest that organic is not in fact ‘healthier’ or ‘more nutrient dense’ than conventionally grown foods and that there is really no significant evidence to support the claim of organic=health. While this may be true, it certainly doesn’t speak to the issue of GMO’s and how they effect us in the long term, pesticides and how they effect us in the long term, conditions of the animals and/or human laborers that are involved in the production of this food, the great distances at which this produce travels and its effect on the environment, and what would appear to be the issue closest to the consumers heart, taste.
            There is something about a homegrown tomato that is distinctly different from a conventionally grown one. Not just in the size or feel or shape, but in flavor. Maybe I’m pushing it a little here, but there is warmth inherent to organic tomatoes, a sweeter quality, a delicate, dirt-y fragrance that just isn’t there in a conventionally grown one. Maybe that’s why they’re trying to coerce the current mammoth tomato monopolizing the market into tasting better.
            There is, of course, conflicting opinions on The Great Organic V. Conventional Debate. A study done in March of 2012 at the University of Barcelona shows that organic tomatoes contain a statistically significant higher amount of phenolic compounds (compounds that have been implicated in preventing cardiovascular disease and certain cancers) than conventional tomatoes.  Perhaps the issue is the hearty-ness of the fruit or vegetable being changed. Tomatoes seem to me a more delicate fruit than say, a watermelon or an apple. And for that reason, are perhaps more prone to nutrient shifts.  But, back onto the heart of the issue, is there a difference in taste? If a group of people of varying genders and similar ages were to, say, be blind folded at 11:30 at night and have two slices of tomatoes placed in their hands to eat, would they be able to taste the difference? Fortunately, we here at Obvious Experiments Laboratory were able to suss this issue out for the American Public once and for all.


An Experiment About Which Tomatoes Taste Better:
Conclusion Arrived Upon Using Science

Methods and Materials:
1.     Buy conventionally grown tomatoes (Roma) from local super market chain, Winco, and organically grown tomatoes (not Roma, heirloom round-ish ones) from Moscow Farmer’s Market.
2.     Take them home and wash them.
3.     Wait in your apartment until night falls.
4.     Find a group of young people hanging around in your backyard and casually invite them onto your porch to be blindfolded (1 wooly scarf, 1 tie, 2 silk scarves of varying color and pattern, and 1 knit cap were used) and fed
5.     Slice tomatoes and place on two plates of similar color and proportion
6.     Blind fold anyone standing on porch
7.     Have young ones hold out their hands and place a tomato slice on each of their palms
8.     Direct them to eat
9.     Place a second tomato in the center of their now, slightly juice filled and outstretched palms
10. Stop them from eating it before your cue
11. Direct them to eat
12. Direct one of them to perform steps 5 through 9 on you
13. Ask both the group and yourself, “which one was organic?”
14. Allow them to answer only in unison

            Every one of them (including myself) was able to identify the organic tomato.

Some pertinent comment’s included:

“It [the organic tomato] was sweeter.”
“The organic tomato was softer.”
“The first one [conventional tomato] tasted like butt.”

It should also be noted that when the left over slices were offered as compensation for participation in the experiment, only the organic tomato slices were taken.


There would appear to be a distinct difference in flavor between organic and conventionally grown tomatoes.


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

My mom said we would have a party when I got my period...we didn't

I went into the lab today. No one was there and I haven't yet scheduled some time to work on the floureso-scope. So I left  with the intention of dropping off an application at a discount bin clothing store, but then I shifted gears and came home. After arriving, I super glued a hand punched leather purse back together and fried up some neglected refrigerator eggplant even though I don't feel frying things is necessarily in anyones best interest.
While frying the eggplant, I thought about how girls are starting the descent into womanhood younger and younger. I read an account of a six year old getting her period. That's too bad. It's important to hold onto your naivete for as long as possible. If you can. At least it feels that way. It also feels like a bad idea to drink anything that's been steeped in hormones.

Breast Cancer.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

A Stupid Stupid Poem About Moping Because I'm Bad At Things And Would Like To Eat Ice Cream.

this is a picture of goat blood with all the rbc's removed.
please be interested.

Poetry is the worst.
As is Jazz.
As is performance art.
As is my incapacity to fully grasp or distinguish between the three.

Theoretical physics is for nerds.
As is rash guards.
As is the Halo Game Kingdom.
As is my uni-monthly brain fog.

Box fans is the airiest.
As is chiffon.
As is the wind
(at least, most wind excluding the wind that sits next to the ocean or in the bowels of the steam laden midwest and east coast and rainforest and geriatric Florida).
As is my ability to do anything. 

I guess I'll take a nap.

I'm bad a writing.
I will probably be bad at taking the MCAT's. 
I'm not very confident on a bike. 

I wish I wasn't juice detoxing right now. 
That's enough of my vomit. 

I'm sorry for it.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Idea: A Character named Markus

Markus was a man who knew his way around the lip of a spatula. The wooden kind. He'd think with his thoughts to the last time he was able to get into his shop. It had been a few months. It seemed to him that he would never be able to taste that curved edge or scoop hallow the hole he jauntily placed off to the side of the scrape instead of the proper middle. His brothers guffawed him for it, being spoon and spatula makers themselves. All brown haired. All 5'7". All a touch paunchy and pithy and pine laden. Dust flecks and flakes tucking into the hairs in their ears and the holes in the buttons of their Tommy Bahama beach ready golf polos.
It had been a few months. Markus knew this because, as he looked to the left of him, a window allowed him full view of a lawn, and a cedar, and a quarry that was used to harvest quartz. The most telling of the three was the lawn, and so that is what Markus focused his complaints on the most.
"I ought to do some watering."
 It was brown  and brittle in most spaces that it lay. There were some green bits, but not as many as there were at a time previous to when he had last made his spatulas. It was true.
He ought to do some watering.

fawn and forest

fawn and forest is having a giveaway.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Strong Arm Sculley

Sometimes I just want to be a person eating dill gherkins and BBq sauce,
watching X-files and getting embarrassingly frightened.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Scatter Shots From the Weekend

I assume that new babies smell like the inside of the womb. And if that is true, than woman carries earth's greatest scent. Worth a dissertation? or two? Maybe a sequel to Perfume? Either way, I'd be deeply ashamed of pursuing this any further....happy fourth.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

I Fixated

 It rained today. So I got projects done:
took out the old sweater I was using to fill this vintage pillowcase and replaced it with cotton,

got back to work on the unicorn,

wore stripes on stripes for motivation,

got a skirt underway (inspiration),

Cleaned out some bottles to prep for the next brew and fondly gazed upon my green onion sproutlings.

It's only 11am.
I feel I've earned an episode of the X-files.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Pixie Cut Problems

Sometimes I feel my hair makes me look like a less fantastical and pop-culturally manipulative version of Andy Warhol...and not in a good way...

Monday, June 25, 2012

Nuclear Sun Tan

This weekend was full of conversations about travel and motorcycles, building double decker hammocks, and kabobs that match girls nail polish. The weather was impeccable. It made me want to complain about having to go back to work on Monday. It also stopped me from being the total downer at the party who complains about having to go back to work on Monday. If only I had gotten certified as a lifeguard when I was fifteen... I could be yelling at kids through a megaphone, wearing unflattering red sports bras outside all day instead of sitting in a fluorescent basement polling the nation about their opinion on solar energy while failing at Sudoku...

 Sample conversation:
 Me: "And would your rather have a nuclear power plant or a P.V. solar facility?"
Him: "Don't even get me started on nuclear! You know, France is 80% nuclear and they still have the best wine."
Me: "So...would you rather have a nuclear power plant or a P.V. solar facility?"

Saturday, June 23, 2012

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Friday, June 22, 2012

Something Everyone Has: Friday

It seems like everyone has a "Favorites Things Friday" on their blog. 
I will not argue with the tradition. 
It's relatively quick (if you can avoid getting led down the suck hole that is The Internet),
it provides the reader with a quick entertaining list of items that may lead them to hours more of interesting items (therein allowing the writer of the blog to act as Kharon, leading the lost souls of her readers down to the darkest depths of the 5th dimension a.k.a The Digital Dimension), etc...
In the end, 
it acts as a whirlpool.
Soft, soothing, suction-y.
Go ahead.
Feel free to become suctioned down my whirlpool of tastefully curated internet fodder...

Variation on a classic

 In middle school I went to a Charter school that had red polo shirts as a part of their uniforms

At the top of my Christmas wish list

Smart way to spruce up champagne, because we all know it's just not fancy's essentially gutter swill

Ways to break my vegan resolve

Summer goal (well, that or, try to fit as many pop culture references into one breath of words as possible)

Absolutely LOVE this shoot of Emma Stone

My mother's relentless about my veganism...just the way she should be

and now,
to the weekend!

Monday, June 18, 2012

Pixie Bowl Dust Cut

Just three girls, sitting on various sofas and love seats and the kind of tiny leather chairs that toddlers sit in when they have some big business to attend to, staring at a gleaming pair of Fiskars scissors crouching on the center coffee table on an old Anthropologie catalogue, passing around a soup bowl full of lemoncello until they are ready to braid up and whimper through the cutting of the plait. 

Pixie cuts were made for late night trouble making. 

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Quick Notes on Gleaning

I went gleaning last week with my mother and sister-in-law.
Yes, gleaning. Talk about an interesting scene.
Here are some things observed and learned:
  • Gleaning is when a group of people go around to area businesses and ask for the food they are going to throw out and then the gleaners compile all of their treasures and people pay $5 to take as much as they want
  • that $5 is then reinvested into things like milk and meat and that is redistributed evenly among the people who glean
  • the trailer that this event takes place in smells like warm bodies and hand sanitizer
  • You really have to check for mold
  • The people who run it require a 16 hour a month volunteer commitment from members
  • I got a carton of rice milk, some sweet potatoes, oyster mushrooms, and two loaves of bread
  • There was some serious kick-back from a lot of the people we told. My hus-bland was convinced that this type of thing was rife with a seedy underbelly. What 'ev's duder, just get over it and eat that fancy bread I was able to get for less than a quarter...
Overall, I'm a fan. That kind of resourcefulness, anti-waste, and community oriented mentality is one that I love  and is worth promoting, I think. Recycling should be viewed from all angles.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Cinnamon Coffee

I don't normally take anything in my coffee, even if the coffee is over-poweringly bitter. You know how it gets that harsh citrus bite. It is a betrayal to add anything. 

Besides, it was engrained in me by my eldest soul sister to never drink my calories. 

They only time it is acceptable to add an accompanying liquid (my choices are always either almond or coconut milk-unsweetened) would be when the grounds have been mixed with cinnamon before set to steep. It doesn't take much, just about two or so teaspoons per pot of coffee to get this heady, spicy tone into your cup. It's instant Christmas. It's instant rain camping. It's instant being read to as you fall asleep. Whatever cliche you need, it'll evoke it. Don't be ashamed. 

It sets the tone for a rainy day.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Leisure Wear Super Cruise Fun Tyme

Jumpsuits are an inevitable failure.
Most of the time.
In general, if they feature any sort of elastic waistband, you run a huge risk of having multiple strangers ask you when you are due.
In general, if they are made of spandex, you run a huge risk of having the visible V and ankle length flared floods.
In general, they give you genie legs.
However, I still love them and I have been fortunate enough to have two in my life that are absolutely stupid great.
Exhibit A:
I made this jumpsuit for my husband and mine's first anniversary.
It featured an unintentional crooked back zip and a tasteful amount of side boob. 
Which is the best kind of boob.

Exhibit B:
This is Kitty Meow Meow out on the town for Ja'mie's bachelorette. 
I spent 3/5ths of a months rent on this pup at Anthro. It makes me feel like a sassy octogenarian out on the town during cruise wear season. Ziggy Stardust would have wanted it that way.

I'm sure. 

Venus and the Sun are getting together tomorrow.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Sneaky Snakes


I dreamt that I was a snake that had been turned into a human.
I had to go through a series of trials before I could regain my true form.
I fought a lion in a large cage hanging above a wheat field. 
I woke up as I was running into the forest, still a human. 
I guess I'll always be human.

I woke up.
I went for a run as a human.