China Syndrome
The Wife and I were driving to dinner the other night, and we were talking about all the Filipino food we’d been eating, and so I asked her kind of grade school question, I asked, If you could eat only one ethnic variety of food for an indefinite period of time, what would it be? She elected Italian (which surprised me, though she made the point that there’s such a difference in northern and southern types, that there’s huge variety within the national cuisine, and she’s right, of course). I voted for Chinese. I don’t write about Chinese food much, but I usually find it full of stuff I like (veggies, fish), and although it’s a little weak on all-American beef, it makes up for that with a wide range of pork deliciousness.
So I’m a little concerned about the recent spate of bad news regarding PRC quality control. I haven’t had a Mattel toy since my parents bought me the Agent Zero M Camera Gun during the height of the Cold War, and there haven’t been Barbies in my house since the late twentieth century, but I do have a pantry full of Chinese noodles, spices, licorice, tea, etc. Though I’m sure most of this stuff does not contain lead paint, I’m still starting to wonder if it’s, you know, safe. And how about eating in my favorite Chinatown restaurants? Probably just fine, but, you know…you don’t know.
China is growing faster than government controls can catch up, and obviously, it’s crazy to trust any government agency completely (I also have a bottle of Vioxx in my medicine cabinet – how’d that slip by the FDA?), but recent news from the East is tweaking up my already paranoid consciousness regarding food safety. Is that so wrong?
Hammond
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