A GMO can be beautiful. But the more I see the more fearful I become.
I saw some big ass limes at the grocery store today. I admire their juice output, but I’m afraid they’re trying to be something they’re not. To me, a real lime is petite and elegant. These big honkers at the grocery store feel like imposters.
This reminds me of a red bell pepper I bought recently. It was massive and unusually firm. This was strange enough, but the most bizarre thing happened when I forgot about it in my fridge. Like three weeks later, I found it and it was still as firm as the day I bought it. Shouldn’t it be bad by now? Shouldn’t it at least have a soft spot? You would think.
But not all produce has been flawlessly immortalized as a GMO. My bananas, for example, still seem to fade to brown before I can eat them all. I think Costco has tried to fix this problem, but their bananas are somehow worse. Rather than becoming speckled with brown, they instead turn to a sickly gray hue that is both unappetizing and scary to witness.
Why don’t we have seedless lemons? Every time I juice my lemons, a stray seed manages to sneak into my bowl. Limes don’t have this problem. And limes and lemons are like sisters. Can’t they communicate about possible solutions?
I would also like garlic that is easier to peel. Sometimes I struggle so badly to peel my garlic that I want to cry. This is a much more frustrating problem than the size of my bell peppers.
I am humbly asking all of the GMO scientists to work on some more practical applications. If you or anyone you know work in the industry, please reach out and we can brainstorm some more ideas.
