Spike, your favorite GMO seasoning

Have you ever heard that I am into reading labels?

Oh.  Yeah.  That.

Anyway - today I was mixin' up a mean batch of some homemade chicken soup and I was seasoning it - a little sea salt, a little cracked black pepper, gotta have some garlic and onion, but, hmmm...it's missing something.

Aaaaall the way in the back of the spice cabinet stood the little old red-capped bottle of Spike seasoning.  Now this sucker has a list a mile long of ingredients.  It pretty much is like the kitchen sink of seasonings.  It seriously has everything.  Think of a spice, yes.  It has it.  It's in there.  Yep, that one too.  YES!  In there.  Yep.  Keep going.  You can keep this game up for like 55 guesses and you'll be about halfway there.  Yes, that one too.  No, I'm totally serious.

So okay.  I look at it.  I haven't used it in a long time because of the second and third ingredients: hydrolized soy protein and soy granules.  Alarms should be going off in your head.  These alarms are saying "GMO" in a loud and alarmy kind of robotic voice and making you want to cover your ears.  But you are no ostrich, so you pull your head out of the sand and face the music.

Inside your head, the dialogue may go something like this:
The good one: Meh, stinky poo.  This totally is GMO, I just know it.  If it weren't, they'd have broadcasted it all over their label.  Crappy.
The bad one:  But maybe not!  It's so tasty.  It's exactly what this soup needs.  You have some gone out of the bottle already so hey, it can't be that bad, can it?
The good one: You're going to serve this to small people who trust you.  You can't pillow your ever-increasingly-darkening-non-highlighted-haired-head tonight in peace if you know you're serving something to small folk who you're going to sterilize with crazy GMO science experiment crapola.
The bad one: But it tastes good?
The good one: You are a total idiot.  I'm calling the hotline.
The bad one: I knew you would.

So after a little searching, I found their hotline number.  A real human being answered the phone right away, I didn't have to press one or zero or oprima la estrella or anything.  It was a real live human female.  The convo went like this:
Me: Hi, how are ya?
Woman: Fine, how can I help you today?
Me: So okay, I have a question about one of your products.  It's original Spike and I have it here in my hands.  My question has to do with the ingredients.  The second and third ingredients contain soy.  Can you tell me if the soy is from a GMO or a non-GMO source?
Woman: Um.  (long pause)  Well.  (pause)  I...I...am unsure.
Me:  Okay, could you please tell me how I might be able to find out that information?
Woman: (long pause) Well.  Hold on...(I hear background noises.) Whispering - it's...it's GMO, yeah.
Me: Thank you very much.

At this, I opened up the GMO jar and dumped the contents into the garbage can.  My good side was smirking at the bad side.  After a few minutes, I thought of how thankful I was that this woman told me the truth.  As you can see, she clearly did not want to, maybe someone told her not to disclose that information.  She WHISPERED IT for crying out sideways.  But this sweet lady risked I don't even know what so that I could follow my convictions in not poisoning my family and self.  She was like Daniel in the lion's den out there.

So this post is dedicated to her, for telling the truth.

All a ya'll, three cheers for the Spike lady!  Hip hip hooray!

Now go and do likewise.

Peace, love and tell the truth,
Ms. Daisy