Original Recipe

Seth Godin lists the ingredients of Kraft Guacamole:

WATER, PARTIALLY HYDROGENATED COCONUT AND SOYBEAN OIL, CORN SYRUP, WHEY PROTEIN CONCENTRATE (FROM MILK), FOOD STARCH MODIFIED, CONTAINS LESS THAN 2% OF POTATOES, SALT, AVOCADO, DEFATTED SOY FLOUR, MONOSODIUM GLUTAMATE, TOMATOES, SODIUM CASEINATE, VINEGAR, LACTIC ACID, ONIONS, PARTIALLY HYDROGENATED SOYBEAN OIL, GELATIN, XANTHAN GUM, CAROB BEAN GUM, MONO- AND DIGLYCERIDES, SPICE, WITH SODIUM BENZOATE AND POTASSIUM SORBATE AS PRESERVATIVES, GARLIC, SODIUM PHOSPHATE, CITRIC ACID, YELLOW 6, YELLOW 5, ARTIFICIAL FLAVOR, BLUE 1, ARTIFICIAL COLOR.

Then laments…

As you can see from this list of the ingredients in order of quantity, avocado is the ninth ingredient by weight, coming in at less than 2%, less, in fact, than the salt.

I think I understand why the folks at Kraft prefer to use modified food starch instead of avocados (cheaper, easier to source, keeps better) but what I don’t understand is why people buy it more than once.

He wonders if it’s just part of human nature to want what’s processed and bad for us, not at all authentic.  And throws his hands up without arriving at an answer that satisfies himself.  But his answers satisfy me and make me think beyond Kraft.

When I married Becky I’d only tried the mostly non-avacado guacamole.  I crinkled my nose up when she made me her own version one day.  Large green chunks.  Pieces of cilantro big enough to see without a magnifying glass.  Diced tomatoes.  On and on.  A half hour and two grocery sacks later, she made me try the strange looking stuff.  And I haven’t put Kraft’s concoction in my mouth since.

So I’m wondering if things get dumbed down, bastardized, injected with artificiality first of all when pragmatism or profits become values we cherish more than quality, truth, craftsmanship, investment of time and on and on.  Then, I wonder, if the fake stuff begins to become the norm when one person grows up having never tasted the real thing.  Fake is normal.

imageI’m thinking about the two worlds my brain lives in the most: Music and Religion.  I grew up listening to Top 40 radio.  Good.  Filling.  But not great music to the chefs of the music industry who’ve heard and even made better.  It took being served up earful after earful of savory music from other cultures and times by teachers and friends to change my appetite, or at least expand it.

And studying the history of the Christian religion for the last couple years has convinced me the faith of my fathers is not the faith my father shared with me.  WHich isn’t his fault.  It evolved long before he was born, and still is, in both wonderful and disastrous ways.  He grew up thinking it was the original recipe.  But as I’ve had tastes of authentic Christianity I’ve become less and less thrilled with the more profitable and pragmatic brand manufactured for mass consumption. 

What’s missing from my faith and my music that I don’t even realize I’m missing?

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