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Consumer Rant of the Day: Tomatoes

Argh!!!! Now we’re told that Basha’s, AJ’s, and Food City have removed all tomatoes from all their stores. Why? Because two people in Maricopa County have fallen ill from eating tomatoes with germs on them.

AJ’s is the only store in town that carries edible tomatoes. Every other store, Whole Paycheck included, sells cardboard and styrofoam imitation tomatoes, those fine hard balls that hold up well in transport and when gassed while green will turn bright red, faking out the consumer once again.

Look. I know salmonella will make you sick, and I appreciate that a retailer (under threat of potential lawsuits) is concerned enough to take potentially contaminated produce off its counters. But there’s an easy fix for this, something we all should be doing as a matter of course: WASH YOUR PRODUCE BEFORE YOU EAT IT!

Contaminated and impure processed foods pose a real problem and certainly should be removed from commerce as soon as they’re identified. That’s because the contaminants are mixed in and packaged with the product, so there’s no way for a consumer to get them out of a canned, bottled, or prepared food. Also, it’s reasonable to expect that something in a can, a bottle, or a package is clean and safe to eat.

Not so with produce. Folks. Tomatoes do not grow in sterile rooms. Neither do lettuce, strawberries, blueberries, apples, oranges, asparagus, potatoes, carrots, radishes, parsley, sage, rosemary, or thyme…. They grow in dirt. Dirt is called “dirt” because it’s dirty. If you eat a tomato (or anything else that grows on a farm) without washing it, you shouldn’t be surprised if you get sick.

Personally, I resent being treated like a child. Too much of America’s package designs and marketing policies treat consumers like they were children, and not too bright children at that. I’m tired of wrestling with child-proof caps-and then leaving cleansers and OTC medicaments uncapped or transferring them into other packages-and I’m tired of having to dig out a knife to peel off inner labels intended to keep maniacs from dripping a little strychnine into the cough medicine. Please. Let me take my chances. If I’m too dumb to put dangerous products out of my kids’ reach, maybe the collective gene pool would be better off without my offspring. If I’m the one-in-87-billion who happens to pick up a product contaminated by a lunatic, I won’t be happy, but let’s get real: I’m a lot more likely to be hit by a car as I cross the street outside my office than I am to swallow strychnine in my cough syrup. And take a chance, dear Leaders and Giants of Commerce, that I’ll have enough sense to wash my produce before I gulp it down.

Yes, dear readers. Wash all raw food before you eat it. Wash it even if you’re going to cook it. A few years ago, Consumer Reports published an article saying that when you wash most nonorganic produce, you remove almost all the pesticide and fertilizer residues. This rule is especially important in our splendid era of globalization, when so much of our produce comes from countries that have no rules governing the safe use of pesticides on farms, and where fields may be fertilized with substances that Americans would rather not think about.

Here’s how to do it:

Clean the kitchen sink. Fill it with water and add just a few drops (doesn’t have to be much) of dish detergent. Place the produce into the water and let it sit for a couple of minutes. Agitate the produce around gently. Then drain the sink and rinse each piece well.

With lettuce: break the head of lettuce into individual leaves and wash them, as above, in a sink of weak detergent water. Rinse well and allow the leaves to drain in your dish drainer. Then lay the leaves out on a clean kitchen towel, roll up the towel with the leaves inside, and place the roll inside a plastic bag to refrigerate. This will keep the lettuce fresh for a long time, and your salad is half-made when you’re ready to eat it. Avoid precut packaged lettuce: it costs too much and it’s too difficult to wash.

If contamination on the outside of fresh produce is a serious problem, do what we did when I was growing up in Saudi Arabia: fill a sink with weak detergent water and add a quarter-cup of Clorox. Alternatively, add several camper’s iodine tablets, made for decontaminating river and stream water. Place the produce in the treated water and soak for 15 minutes. Rinse well. Lettuce treated with Clorox must be eaten promptly, as the chlorine will cause it to wilt after you store it. Also, this method does not work on strawberries.

Or, with produce that has a rind, peel, or skin (such as oranges, apples, and tomatoes), wash it under running water using plain old bar soap.

None of this is very hard to comprehend or to do.

4 Comments left on iWeb site

!wanda

With the California spinach scare last year, the problem (as explained by the media) was that the bacteria wasn’t merely on the surface of the plant.The spinach had taken it up through the roots, so the bacteria was inside the leaves, and no amount of washing would get rid of it.Cooking would probably destroy it, but apparently you can’t trust people to cook spinach.Is that what is happening with these tomatoes?

Wednesday, June 4, 200811:29 AM

vh

N-n-n-o-o. Salmonella cannot get INSIDE the leaves of anything. The little fellas can’t get inside a tomato. They’re on the surface.

Ah, yes. The Great Spinach Scare. The little guys got on the spinach when the fields were irrigated with water contaminated with the…uhm, offal, shall we say politely…from a cattle feedlot, one of the filthiest environments this side of a commercial henhouse. Depending on the part of the country where the farm is located, a field can be flood-irrigated or irrigated by sprinklers. We used to irrigate our fields with mobile sprinklers that connected to untreated water piped in from the Hassayampa River. Whatever li’l critters were living in the river water (interesting, some of ’em, such as, oh, say, giardia) would be sprayed all over the crops.

Yesh. That meant the crops had, oh, say, giardia on them, so if you were to trot out there and pick off a piece of freshly watered greens, you would get very very sick, indeed.

Giardia is as nothing compared to the sewage dumped into the water from a feedlot.

Trust me. Wash your produce. Then stop worrying about it. I know whereof I speak.

Wednesday, June 4, 200803:27 PM

ih

i’ve got some tomatoes in the backyard, a few are just ripening now.feel free to come over and pick some if you’d like.

Thursday, June 5, 200807:13 PM

vh

M’hijito! Remember to eat those oranges on your tree! The ones that have survived in the shade of your house are very sweet and juicy.

Thursday, June 5, 200808:03 PM

SUV-mania persists

Gas was $3.57 a gallon at Costco yesterday afternoon, when I stopped by on the way home from work to pay our annual dues. Having heard during the morning commute that the average price is now $3.95, that sounded like a bargain, so I decided to top off the tank.

Lines were out to the street at every pump. Fifteen people were stacked up ahead of me, and I may have been the only person there who turned off the ignition while standing. Admittedly, it was a warm day and sitting in the car with no air conditioning was a little uncomfortable-far from unbearable, but not exactly brisk and cool. Most people let their engines idle, burning gas for the ten minutes or so it took to crawl up to a pump.

Directly in front of me was a brand-spanking-new, shiny Toyota Sequoia, dealer’s paper license still in the plate-holder. The thing is the size of a Sherman tank! Its 273-horsepower 4.7-liter V-8 must get all of ten gallons to the mile. Toyota must be giving the things away-surely the only reason anyone would buy such a behemoth would be a price tag somewhere near gratis. When it finally lumbered up to the pump, what should climb out of the passenger’s seat but a vast woman with Mma Ramotswe‘s “traditional build.” She must have weighed over 200 pounds…and her gentleman friend was proportionately well fed. Big car for big folks: the springs on a beast like that should hold up under their weight, anyway.

As I stood in line breathing exhaust fumes, I counted 10 SUVs and pickups and 5 regular passenger cars. Most of the SUVs were late models. None of the sedans were low-mileage vehicles.

Pickup trucks make some sense: they’re designed to carry cargo and most people who own them use them for exactly that. Being trucks, they ride like a truck, and so it’s unlikely that many folks choose to buy them for the around-town family ride. And I can understand how you would hang on to a gas guzzler despite high fuel prices-I sure can’t afford to trade in my 2000 Sienna yet. But to go out and buy a brand-new gigantic SUV that gets 13 to 19 miles a gallon, at a time when gas is headed north of $4.00 a gallon? Clearly, market forces are not discouraging Some People’s Kids from consuming large amounts of gas and pushing the prices up for the rest of us.

Less than a third of a tank cost me what a whole fill-up used to cost, just a few months ago.

IMHO, it’s time for some legislation, and not just in leading-edge California but nationwide. We need to do more than just “encourage” people to buy fuel-efficient vehicles by offering a few lagniappes such as small tax breaks and license plates that let you drive in the HOV lane. We need to make it against the law to sell a passenger vehicle that gets less than 30 miles per gallon. Period. Force manufacturers to take that junk off the market, and force used-car dealers to quit peddling the trade-ins.

And if you can’t fit into a Matrix or a Camry hybrid, folks, maybe it’s time to go on a diet.

What’s a thing worth?

When M’hijito and I were buying appliances for the Renovation House, we picked up a nice but not gaudy gas stove at Sears for about $800. It occurred to me to wonder what really, in human terms, an $800 stove costs. Based on what we know people in various trades and professions earn, here’s an estimate:

  • About 4 hours, plus an LL.D. and 40 years of legal experience, of practicing law at Prestigious Southwestern Law Firm
  • About two days of house painting and plaster or drywall repair
  • About 29 hours, plus a Ph.D. and 30 years’ editorial experience, of deciphering cryptic English written by Chinese mathematicians and training graduate students to spend their lives doing the same
  • About 29 hours, plus a contractor’s license, bonding, and 30 years of experience in the trades, of tiling bathroom stalls and counters, demolition work, installing cabinetry, repairing lath & plaster, rebuilding foundations, installing toilets, installing glass shower doors, hauling trash, and undoing some other guy’s mess
  • About 47½ hours of talking on the telephone to distressed, pained, and enraged Vast Nationwide Insurance Company policy-holders
  • About five 14-hour days (no overtime paid) at the Great Desert University of grading illiterate, plagiarized papers scribbled by the sons and daughters of the American middle class
  • About 66 hours of scrubbing floors, cleaning bathrooms, dusting furniture, scouring kitchens, polishing windows, changing catboxes, changing and laundering sheets, dusting miniblinds, vacuuming carpets, mopping tile, and sweeping the front porch
  • About 80 hours — two endless 40-hour weeks — of chasing other people’s children around, changing diapers, feeding children junk food, listening to children scream, cleaning up baby barf, and wiping toddler bottoms
  • About 114 hours — that’s almost 2½ six-day or almost 3 five-day weeks, plus two weeks of walking across the Sonoran desert in 110-degree heat — of mowing lawns, trimming thorny shrubbery, digging ditches, and hauling trash
  • About 155 hours — almost four 40-hour weeks, plus two weeks of walking across the Sonoran desert in 110-degree heat — of lifting demented, stinking old men and women, of steeling yourself to their wails, of stuffing food and medication down their throats, of changing their diapers, of parking them in wheelchairs and rolling them into the shower and washing the sh** and the sweat and the barf off them, of changing their sheets and changing their clothes

So it goes. Every thing that we own has a human cost. These are just the costs to you and me and our fellow workers of buying a thing. They don’t count the human cost of digging the raw materials out of the ground to mill the steel required to make its parts or the gas required to operate it; they don’t count the time and effort human beings had to put in to building it and installing the infrastructure to make it work.

Each time we decide we want to buy an object, we should think about what the privilege of owning that object really costs.

 

4 Comments left on iWeb site

Pinyo

I love it.

Friday, May 30, 200810:46 AM

remodelingthislife

This is fabulous!

Saturday, May 31, 200803:03 PM

Fern

You don’t sound very happy about, nor do you sound well-suited for, working at a nursing home, or wherever you “lift stinking old men and women” around.

Someday, you’ll be there, too. I hope you receive morecompassionate care.

Monday, June 2, 200806:50 AM

vh

I don’t work in a nursing home, thank God. But I watched my mother die in one. It was a horrible place. I watched the women who worked there, from the nurses to the drudges who had to do the most awful scutwork. Nurses are paid well, but drudges are not. The work is just hideous.

My mother did stink. The smell of cancer is not pleasant. Nor are the screams and moans of the desperately demented and the truly anguished.The “compassion” you get when you’re in an HMO and your disease cuts into the profit margin is negligible.

It’s easy to be self-righteous…but the truth is, a nursing home can be a dreadful place to work, and the labor is difficult and unpleasant.

Monday, June 2, 200807:06 AM

On the Run: Report from our roving reporter

Racing from pillar to post:

Gasoline: $3.47 a gallon at Costco, over a dime a gallon below the average rate in Phoenix. Lines out the wazoo. Across the street: $3.59 a gallon. Bought $8 worth, 2 1/3 gallons, enough to guarantee I could get to work and the client’s without getting stuck on some godforsaken freeway.

Real Estate: Neighbor’s house on the market: $399,000. What are they smoking?

Great Desert University: Not a soul in sight. Peaceful. Too bad you can’t have a university without the students.

Client: Forks over $300 for proofreading a detective novel. I’m in love.

Food: La Maya back from Costco, $200 down and almost nomeat purchases. Reports toilet tissue and aluminum foil prices up $2 per package; believes price of dental floss has doubled since last purchase. Food prices out of sight.

Heard in the Costco: Dad to young adult son: “Well, with the cost of groceries like this, we won’t be able to keep having Melvin over for dinner all the time.” Son to dad: “Uh-huh.” Inflation bad for parasites?

Seen in the Times: Jim Lehrer News Hour loses Archer-Daniel-Midland sponsorship; budget woes worst in program’s history. U.S. in danger of losing last adequate daily broadcast news program on the air.

Bargain of the Day: GDU offers vehicle-sharing program to employees, s’pposed to save you great wads of cash: $35/year plus $9/hour. What are they smoking?

Dog: Infection looks better; appetite improved; nose still ominous. Sound of dog’s breathing: huffadollar huffadollar huffadollar….

Big Brother Visitation: In 40 minutes, City shills report to neighborhood association on decision about which structures will be ripped out to make way for trolley rail route. Tune in same place, two or three hours hence.
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Big Brother Revisited: We heard distorted statistics from a half-baked survey that purported to show the neighborhood consensus was the exact opposite of what it actually is. With a bar graph that represented 16 people’s survey responses in a different proportion from the responses of 150 people, they tried to tell us the 16 people carried the day. Conclusion: we want the City to tear down an entire row of houses, reroute feeder street traffic through three small neighborhood roads, and build a ridiculous “barrier wall” between the survivors and the mess they’re building on 19th Avenue. Neighbors are now planning to riot at City Council chambers next week. Funny will be there. We also will waylay our councilman at his monthly Marie Callendar’s breakfast on Thursday.

Time and tide . . .

Gosh, but my shape has changed since the last time I wore this Eileen Fisher outfit. It still fits, but somehow the effect is…less willowy, shall we say.
I’ve been summoned to a brief reappearance in my old life as a society matron. A delightful and wonderfully competent woman who was a staff member when I was on the board of the Humanities Council is retiring from the executive directorship, a position she succeeded to over time. They’re having a to-do for her at the Arizona Biltmore, a hangout for Old Wealth and a place I haven’t visited in many a moon. Declining didn’t feel right, so in half an hour it’s off to the environs of the Richistani.

Problem is, I don’t have many clothes appropriate to events at the Biltmore: just a couple of old Eileen Fisher separates, and that’s about it. Since I don’t deal with the public, my job doesn’t require that I dress decently, and so I live in Costco jeans and washable knit tops. In public, anyway; around the house it’s swim-suit cover-ups in the summer and fleece tops and jeans for the winter.

I was surprised to get the invitation. I haven’t felt welcome in those precincts for quite a while. After I got off the board, it was made clear to me that my further participation was unneeded, since a) I don’t earn enough to make the large donations expected of board members; b) my politics are a bit iconoclastic for that set (believe it or not!); and c) among those in the know, my image is a shade racy.

>So, my friends: Andrea’s Closet, if you will.

It’s very hard for me to rev myself up for this sort of happening. Always was: one of real stumbling blocks for me as a trophy wife was that I don’t much enjoy social events-make that Social, with a capital S. They make me feel utterly out of place, even though I know that none of those people has anything on me. In general, too, it’s hard to break through the inertia that says thank you very much, but Id rather take a swim in my pool, finish editing the copy I didn’t read on Friday, and read another chapter in the John Adams biography. Usually I end up enjoying myself once I get there. It’s just getting there that’s the problem.

Update:

My! What a strange experience. It was like going to a high-school reunion: “Fred? Fred? Is that you, Fred?” Many of the folks in attendance hadn’t seen each other in any fewer years than I have, and some people have changed so much as to be barely recognizable.

It was a select group. Not all that many, but among them at least two old-line Good Ole’ Boys, one of them still in full moving-and-shaking mode. Lots of money in that room, rubbing elbows with the creative types and the certified intellectuals. Jeez.

2 Comments left on iWeb site:

Annette
Did you know that Lifehacker references your post of May 12th.Just saw it.

http://lifehacker.com/391448/make-your-budget-easier-to-grasp-with-targeted-accounts

Congratulations
Sunday, May 18, 200806:15 PM

vh
Zowie! Thanks for letting me know. That’s awesome!
Sunday, May 18, 200807:33 PM

Business Humor…

So I’m cruising down the highway and here comes a truck emblazoned with a landscaper’s business name, motto, and phone number. The company motto:

We actually finish the job!

You’re hired, pal!

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BeThisWay

LOL!

Isn’t it sad?

Wednesday, May 7, 200806:21 PM