It's not a new book, 2015, and I'm on only page 27, but already I'm stunned by what I'm reading: Mark Schatzer's The Dorito Effect: The Surprising New Truth About Food and Flavor.
Where have I been? I knew that food had changed...but stupid me I just repeated that phrase without really thinking about it seriously. I didn't fathom the depths of the changes, that they had been so orchestrated, so deliberate. (I think I've been too busy in the medical and pharmaceutical world where the situation has a similar pattern with terrible effects and family concerns made this necessary.)
Because Ed and I are war babies we can remember food as it was to some extent. One of my clearest memories was eating chunks of pumpernickel bread in sour cream and cottage cheese with Papa, my Mother's Father. You can't get any of these ingredients today which taste the way they used to.
Fascinating book in a horrible way.
Added: on page 50 now...no changes in the way I feel...
