My body's outright inability to digest plant matter seems to be a matter of my inherited enzymes, as I long suspected. Which is ironic for someone born in Midwestern farmland. And I never, ever, liked vegetables. My conscience is free
from my free-floating anxiety about my unbalanced diet.
Some delving brought up the figure of four centuries, an evolutionary eye blink. 400 years of grabbing plants from all over the planet, doing some serious botanical stuff, and our modern produce section appeared.
And I ran across a historical reference to a strain of corn known as Howling Mob. Because it tasted so good that's what shoppers acted like when it appeared in late medieval farmers markets. The original tomato was the size of a walnut. Now, the wheat and the corn and the soy, the tomatoes and apples and oranges, are all GMO-ed to be easy harvest, long-keeping, and great nutritional profiles... in a lab.
I
never heard about bio-availability until recently, thanks to Dr. Georgia Ede, and some information that has appeared over the last few years. When we were all terribly distracted
It changed my head, in a good way. It's now ALL about whether or not I,
myself, can get nutrition out of that food. Otherwise, I'm just wasting money and time.