Do you know where yeast comes from? I do: The grocery store. It comes in little packets, designated for particular uses by the labelling. This is very convenient for me, because, apart from the baking aisle, I have literally no idea where to find/harvest/grow (hunt? Does one hunt it? Are there pack[et]s of wild yeasts, roaming the countryside?) yeast. Generally speaking, this kind of thing doesn’t keep me up at night, except for tonight, but that’s largely because I was too busy having an amazing time this weekend to draft a post. And I did say I’d post at least once a week. I even put that on Facebook, so you know it’s true.
Seriously, though. Does it ever stop and make you think, “How the hell did they figure yeast out, anyway?” I mean, humanity has been eating bread for an awfully long time and I’m pretty sure it’s been of the leavened variety for longer than Wonderbread‘s been available. I’m also pretty sure that, were there to be an apocalypse of some kind, those of us who survive it (I optimistically include myself in this team. It’s my hypothesis, after all.) would be up the proverbial creek.
Yeast aside, how about mushrooms? (Indeed, you say—How about them?) Most of them look pretty devious to me. I love truffles, but they’re kind of malevolent-looking funghi, if I do say so myself. Funky, wrinkly delicious little funghi.
Do you know which berries are poisonous and which ones make delicious pies? I don’t. Let’s say I’m making a celebratory post-apocalyptic pie (one must carry on, after all, and it’s important to keep the morale high in such dismal circumstances) and I’ve somehow managed to discern the tasty, non-fatal varieties from the instant-and-yet-still-agonizingly-painful-death varieties (it’d be pretty shitty irony if my “Yay-We’re-Still-Alive” pie killed what few persistent and tenaciously dogged hangers on that made it relatively unscathed through The Great Whatever). I can’t make flour and I have no idea where I’d find lard. How does one make lard? Actually, on second thought, please nobody answer that. I don’t think I want to know. But you see where I’m going with this, right?
I’m not sitting here freaking out or anything (in case you were worried). Nor do I fear/foresee an impending apocalypse, just for the record. I just wonder about these things sometimes. We have come an awfully long way, as a species, but it’s a bit sobering to think that my house pets would better survive and be suited to life sans comforts/necessities. This is saying something, because currently, my dog is rubbing his head against my feet, while Maui hides from nothing at all, under the bed. I can’t see Hermes, but it’s a fair bet that he’s laying close to his food dish. Maybe Hermes wouldn’t fare well. After all, he’s not that resourceful and he’s awfully lazy…
Anyway. Stuff to think about. Am I the only one who wonders (not worries, just wonders) about this kind of stuff? What random stuff makes you go hmm?