The Perennial Plate is now working on The Victory Garden’s Edible Feast for PBS this is a short story from one of the episodes that will be aired in full on a PBS affiliate near you.
It makes me angry that she uses corn syrup and she is a farmer a little cognitive dissonance? High fructose corn syrup was invented and went into production in the early 70’s. GMO corn was introduced in the early ’80s. I understand that there is a lot of doubt and debate about the benefits or evils of GMO products. My feelings are in part about the corporate culture that made seeds something that we used to share to something that are now intellectual property. Intellectual property that is sold in conjunction with a chemical: roundup ready herbicides. In addition if as we are told by the chemical companies who make these products that they are benign why do they spend millions on preventing labeling of foods with them in them? Before all this when we used to just grow corn none of this was an issue. Regardless of where you stand on this issue the fact is that for something so “safe” there still remains far too many questions unanswered. Like it is assumed that big AG, Food corporations and chemical companies are funding the no labeling campaigns – but why is it such a secret?
What I want to know is why has no one made old-fashioned corn syrup and marketed it? Is it because there isn’t enough non GMO corn grown in the USA? Or is it because at the end of the day no one cares? Still I think for old hippies and foodies like me and the anti GMO crowd that it would be a successful product.
Of course you could use light Agave or Lyle’s Syrup or very expensive organic corn syrup in your caramels.
My grandmother used to have a large tin with a beehive on it of thick golden corn syrup. When I was a little boy she would pour it on pancakes. We never had Maple Syrup because it was too expensive. Sometimes she would buy Aunt Jemima (I have no idea what back then it was made from). I don’t ever remember her cooking with corn syrup, she wasn’t much of a baker. This was probably in the mid sixties so I was 5 or so. It was the last time I can remember seeing that big tin with a beehive on it. Funny how something with such wonderful, warm childhood memories could become such a charged political debate.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.