 Over the weekend, we were part of a blind taste test. Our host made three identical meatloafs (strictly measuring out every ingredient and proportion) out of real local beef, Impossible Burger, and Beyond Beef. I smugly assumed I would recognize the real beef without question. I did guess correctly, but not without uncertainty. In fact, around the table every meatloaf got at least one vote as the “real beef.” The genetically modified plant-based stuff (Impossible) got higher scores than the non-gmo (Beyond), but not unanimously. The bigger question in my mind is, if we should stop eating meat, shouldn’t we just stop eating meat, and not try to make plants taste like meat? I know, I know. Easier said than done. Up until very recently, I would have told you my favorite food was a cheeseburger. We are a meat-eating nation, and it’s hard to change. Still. Why not just suck it up and get creative with the ingredients that are already okay? My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 175: 164 words, TOTAL = 28,709; 31,291 remaining |
AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families. Archives
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