FDA Rules “Love” Not a Granola Ingredient
“I really like that we list ‘love’ in the granola”
The government ruins absolutely everything. Even cute, independent bakery ingredient lists.
A Massachusetts bakery dinged by the FDA for a litany of ridiculous infractions was most shocked to find they’d been reprimanded for citing “love” as an ingredient in their rolled oats.
From the letter:
Your Nashoba Granola label lists ingredient “Love”. Ingredients required to be declared on the label or labeling of food must be listed by their common or usual name [21 CFR 101.4(a)(1). “Love” is not a common or usual name of an ingredient, and is considered to be intervening material because it is not part of the common or usual name of the ingredient.
The bakery owner likened the letter to something out of an Orwell novel. Bloomberg reports:
Nashoba Chief Executive Officer John Gates said the FDA’s take on love as an ingredient “just felt so George Orwell.”
“I really like that we list ‘love’ in the granola,” Gates said in a telephone interview Tuesday. “People ask us what makes it so good. It’s kind of nice that this artisan bakery can say there’s love in it and it puts a smile on people’s face. Situations like that where the government is telling you you can’t list ‘love’ as an ingredient, because it might be deceptive, just feels so silly.”
Nashoba sells its products in about 120 stores, mostly in Massachusetts and New Hampshire, according to its website. The company, which has been in business 20 years, has about 75 full and part-time employees and does about $4.5 million to $5 million in sales a year, Gates said.
Way to focus on the important things, government.
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Who do they have working at the FDA? Sheldon Cooper?
Idiots. Useless micro-agenda clowns. This is how you know you have an excess employee.
Are the Keebler Elves false advertising now?
How about the Pillsbury doughboy? Or Tony the Tiger? (Well, in Kellog’s case…) How about Santa Claus?
The American Soviets don’t like their fictional characters to be non-fascist. They do like their obamas fictional characters, however. (They used to like their ‘smartest woman in the world’ hillary clinton fictional character, but she self destructed in an alcoholic blaze of glory.)
Well, obama’s sex fantasies are not in the new government’s heart, either:
Justice Department scraps transgender workplace protections:
I’m ok with this because there is a lot of research and QC that goes into exactly what is in foods and that information should be measured and monitored. Anyone who has studied nutrition or food science would know about this and why it is important.
..Just be smart and move it cleverly on the label near the ingredients list (or put it on the part that most people actually read, the front). This is not hard to do.
I agree. It would be better if they said it was MADE with love, which is not subject to govt control, but when I read an ingredients list I want to know that it is accurate. I hate ‘cutsy’ stuff where it’s inappropriate.
It would be better? Ill tell you what would be better…government officials and people like you actually having two or more brain cells you can rub together to be able to work out for yourselves that, as EVERYONE else seems to realise, love isn’t actually a real ingredient for fucks sake.
How do idiots like get to live so long without Darwining themselves?
It’s a very weird day when I find myself cheering mailman.
There is absolutely nothing on that label that should be subject to government control. Because ultimately the goal of the food nazis is that the citizen should be subject to government control. See Nanny Bloomberg for examples.
The rationale goes something like this:
1. We’re putting nutritional labels to help you make healthy choices.
2. Oh, you’re still not making healthy choices? We’ll outlaw MSG and tax the unhealthy choices to “nudge” you toward making healthy choices.
3. Screw you, subjects of the federal government, here’s your Michelle Obama prison food tray. We tried it the easy way, but now we’re going to do it the hard way because WE are paying for your healthcare you fat slobs.
Get out of my life, food nazis. The FDA, and apparently you two, think we’re so stupid that we’ll actually believe that love is actually an ingredient in this bakery’s goods. That is precisely the prerequisite that has led to the bureaucratic leviathan extending its tentacles into every aspect of my life. Do you think that it’s only randy, drunken college kids who have to worry about Title IX kangaroo sex courts, and in those cases we don’t have to fret over due process because the only (only!) penalty they’ll suffer is expulsion (good luck trying to get into another college or university after that; it’s a life altering event).
No, coming to you soon are “affirmative consent” rape laws, which strip you of your due process rights and can sent you to prison if you don’t get affirmative consent for each step in the sex “process.”
First of all, I never knew it was a “process” with actual defined steps. Right now there’s some bureaucrat somewhere defining those steps. And you, and I mean you, married people, will have to get and give affirmative “yeses” to each government defined “steps” in the “process.”
Man: “May I unbutton your shirt?” Woman: “Yes” Man: “Please sign and initial this form” Checks the block Man: “May I undo your bra…”
This is precisely the system the state of kali has imposed on their public university campuses, and they attempted to impose it state wide. Scrapping “no means no” for “yes means yes.”
“…The law goes further than the common “no means no” standard, which has been blamed for bringing ambiguity into investigations of sexual assault cases…”
You have to read the whole bizarre thing. But they’re right about one thing. This eliminates the “ambiguity” out of investigations into sexual assault. To be accused is to be guilty unless you can prove that you actually got the affirmative consent. An impossible standard unless you actually do get affirmative consent at each “step in the “process” and document it by, no doubt videoing every sexual encounter. They actually think this way.
“‘Lack of protest or resistance does not mean consent,’ the law states, ‘nor does silence mean consent. Affirmative consent must be ongoing throughout a sexual activity and can be revoked at any time.'”
And it removes the ambiguity about who is the adult in the relationship. After one drink a woman becomes a minor child, and we all know that children can’t enter into legal agreements. A man remains an adult no matter how much he’s had to drink. So all an accuser has to say is she was intoxicated. And unless the man has the foresight to wait for the toxicology report he’ll have to forego sex.
And, again, this is the legal regime kali wanted to impose state wide as a matter of criminal law. They gave up for now because of that pesky and archaic constitutional right to the old fashioned notion of due process for the oppressor. Er, cisgendered white men. But the danger isn’t over as there is an active move within the American Bar Association to modify their “model” penal code to embrace this “yes means yes” concept and push it nationally.
When the Democratic party adopted the motto “Government is just the name for what we all do together” you didn’t realize how far they were going to take that, did you? I can just see the government, which after all is only here to help, comes up with solutions to the problems they created. Perhaps they can install special cells in city and county jails where couples can go for sex. You can show up, they’ll check you for warrants. breathalyze you, perhaps do a blood draw if the state you live in has legalized pot, then let you go into your romantic 6×9 foot cell where you can “get it on” on a thin mattress laid out on a concrete slab. And the cell is only wired for sound (swear to gaia, no comeras) so they can monitor and record each instance of affirmative consent during your allotted 45 minutes of passion.
Voice comes over the loudspeaker: “This is SGT Baker, at the reception desk. Per state law I have to interrupt because I didn’t quite hear what you said, miss. Was that a “yes,” or are we going to have to barge in and start pepper spraying you two and making arrests?”
I wish this was a joke, but we’re already past the point where it’s possible to parody these fascists. There was a comedy sketch a few years back where a couple of 20 somethings go into the bedroom. They start kissing, then fall onto the bed. He starts unbuttoning her blouse. Her attorney who is lying on the bed behind her stops him. His attorney, lying on the bed behind him, starts negotiating. The two attorneys go back and forth over what sex acts each wants, what they won’t do, until they come to an agreement and both 20 somethings sign the contract and the two attorneys leave the room.
The left saw that as the future of heterosexual sex, adopting the feminist point of view that all heterosexual rape.
Wait until your whole house is “smart” and every appliance down to your toaster oven is connected to the web. And you won’t control your own appliances anymore, all in the name of saving the planet from climate change. And why not? You already don’t control your toilet, your shower heads, or what light bulbs you can have in your house.
All because the fascists in the bureaucracy need to save us knuckle-dragging peasants from bakeries that put “love” in the ingredients list. As if we’re going to read the label when we get home, go back and ask, “Duh, how much calorie is love add to the fat I is going to get?”
Guess what, bureau-nazis? We’re already not reading labels. Get the hell out of my food. Get out of my bedroom, get out of my bathroom, get out of my lamps, my appliances, and my life.
The labels are only there at all on foods due to government mandate.
As for the common sense argument, I tell you what. Let’s just have legal professionals such as lawyers and judges start including inside jokes in their briefs and opinions.
This is analogous because nutrition facts panels are legal communications.
Um, they do that all the time. You just don’t notice.
The only relevant question is whether the reasonable consumer would be misled in any way by this ingredient list. Would he or she mistake this “love” for some actual potential ingredient in granola, perhaps a herb of some kind, and buy the product thinking it contained this ingredient when in fact it did not?
“Samuel A. Girod, 57, was sentenced by Judge Danny Reeves to 72 months in prison to be followed by a supervised release period of three years, during which time he is prohibited from making and selling any product intended for medical purposes. Girod is also required to pay the court $14,000 in restitution and $1,300 in court fees, though the judge did not impose the potential fine of $25,000-$250,000 on the basis that doing so would impose undue hardship to the family.
The convoluted history of U.S. v. Girod traces back to 2001 when FDA agents first contacted Girod. After allegedly receiving an anonymous tip notifying them Girod’s product label asserted his topical tincture made from bloodroot was good for skin cancer, FDA agents informed Girod they considered this a medical claim that must be either irrefutably proven or altogether removed from his product label. Girod complied by amending the label.
In 2013, the FDA contacted Girod again, claiming a “victim” had been “harmed” by his salve.
However, during the investigation, no victim was produced and the salve in question was revealed to be from a different manufacturer. Still, Girod allowed FDA agents to conduct a warrantless search of his farm. A federal judge in Missouri then enjoined Girod’s products and ordered that no products could be sold until medical claims were removed, that Girod’s bloodroot salve could never be made available for sale, and that Girod must allow FDA inspections of his property for five years.
…The FDA began criminal proceedings against him for disobeying the injunction and added two more severe charges. FDA agents claimed that Girod and his family threatened them with physical violence when they returned for the second inspection, despite the fact that the sheriff’s deputy, who had accompanied FDA agents, testified under oath that no threats were made. Finally, Girod was also charged with witness tampering because he had sent a letter to customers explaining the facts of the lawsuit and apologizing for causing them distress…”
Basically the FDA lied about this guy repeatedly because the peasants must show proper respect to their overlords. Both this Amish farmer, and the Amish have had to rely on themselves and their own home-made herbal remedies for centuries, and his customers who want to try folk remedies. But now the feds need to save us from ourselves. I mean, WTF, this farmer isn’t supposed to tell us what the Amish traditionally used any particular herbal remedy for? And I, a potential customer, am going to drive out to this guy’s farm and park behind his buggy under the impression that the jars stored in his barn are as thoroughly lab tested as any Proctor & Gamble product?
How your government looks at you:
(John Kerry campaigning for the Democrat in the kali gubernatorial race in 2006 in a speech to students at a kali college: “You know education, if you make the most of it, you study hard, you do your homework, and you make an effort to be smart, you can do well. If you don’t, you get stuck in Iraq.”)
If I want to buy raw milk, what business is it of the feds. If I want to buy this guy’s salves it’s my business. And if he puts on the label what it’s “good for” fine with me. I understand what he’s saying. There are different salves for different ailments, and he’s telling me what ailments the Amish use each salve for.
I want to know that. I hunted a problem elephant in Zimbabwe back in 2009. Actually three bulls traveling together. We could never catch up to them as we had to drive quite a distance from camp to the village and back. Finally I suggested we just camp out by the fields across from the village so we could get on the trail as soon as we had light enough to see. Sure enough that night we could hear and barely make out the three bulls in the village corn field (boy, were those villagers P.O.d at me and my guide for wading out in the corn field on that moonless night and commit suicide to try and save the crops). We got on the trail before dawn for once as they were about as hard to track as an M1A Abrams across a snowfield. Plus the happy indigenous farmers we kept coming across kept pointing out which way they went into the patches of forest between farms. They were happy because they were going to get all the meat if I killed one of those elephants that was eating them out of hearth and home.
I killed the elephant and we drove into the village to tell them were they could find the elephant. We had gone in a huge circle and ended up just a couple of hundred yards from where we started. The other guys drove back to the carcass. I walked back guided by one of the happy villagers (they were going to have a big BBQ party that night) as we were walking back a completely different way. To show his appreciation he kept pointing out useful wild medicinal wild plants. I’d ask him what they used each plant for. One was good for remedying nausea, another for disinfecting a wound, another for headaches, etc.
Was this guy making medical claims? Should the FDA Blackhawks from the embassy in Harare have swooped in to save me from myself?
I’m an adult. If I want to buy this Amish guy’s salves, the feds should stay out of it. And so what if he labels it as “good for” a particular ailment. If he didn’t put it on the label I might forget. And of course I know he doesn’t test these products in a lab. I’d test them for surface poisoning the same way I’d test an unknown plant that I might contemplate eating in a survival situation.
As I pointed out, to convict this guy they had to lie about him. They lied when they said they found a “victim” who had been harmed. They had no victim. They tried to do a bait and switch and insert some other maker’s product into the case against this farmer. And they lied when they said he and his family had threatened them with violence. No doubt the Sheriff’s deputy who accompanied these FDA stormtroopers went along to protect the local Amish farmer and his family from exactly that kind of slander. Anybody who knows anything about the Amish knows they reject all forms of violence even in self-defense.
I can hardly wait until the feds start mandating everyone buy web enabled refrigerators and medicine cabinets complete with cameras so they can remotely monitor the subjects to prevent us from using or eating “contraband” products.
For our own good, of course. After all, we’re too stupid to flush a toilet or have sex except under strict government regulation and control because us yokels are the kind of idiots who if we see “love” on the list of ingredients we’re going to think to the extent our primitive lizard brains are capable of thinking that love is actually in there. But really the jokes on them because us troglodytes are so stooopid we can’t read anyway.
*(boy, were those villagers P.O.d at me and my guide for NOT wading out in the corn field on that moonless night and commit suicide to try and save the crops)
That’s what they expected because this was a tribal area, and the government had previously tried to control problem animals by issuing rifles and maybe three rounds of ammo to designated volunteer tribal game rangers. But Robert Mugabe needed to make sure these guys didn’t have enough ammo to overthrow the government and, besides, elephant rifle rounds are expensive particularly in Africa. All rifle ammo is prohibitively expensive except for South Africa. So they got half a handful at a time. They certainly didn’t have enough to practice with. Consequently they were extremely bad shots, and were afraid of the recoil of their rifles.
I don’t blame them. A rifle in a caliber that’s large enough to not only kill an elephant but stop a charge has enough recoil to hurt you if you don’t use proper form. Nobody showed those guys what proper shooting form was. Once you’re afraid of the rifle you will develop an involuntary flinch.
So their usual modus operandi would be to wade out into the field when their friends and neighbors started yelling at them to do something, close their eyes and shoot in the general direction of the elephants, drop their rifles and run away. This didn’t result in many if any dead elephants. The lethal spots on an elephant are surprisingly small. But it did result in a lot of angry wounded elephants which would heal very rapidly while the remained in the area.
The week before I got there a man was stumbling back to his home village from the local shabeen. It’s a shack that sells hooch, and groups of people sit outside and drink, and they take turns going back in to get more hooch.
A large bull who was now in a permanent bad mood with a highly developed hatred of people thanks to the antics of the tribal game rangers was coming down the road from the opposite direction. They didn’t see each other until they bumped into each other as they both rounded a bend in the road. From the tracks the locals could tell he elephant never broke stride. He just wrapped his trunk around the guy’s ankles and beat him to death on the surface of the dirt road. Actually “beat him to death” doesn’t do what that elephant did to that man. The elephant literally atomized that guy. There were a few bloody splotches on the road, and they found the man’s torn and bloody jeans in the thorn bushes by the side of the road. No other sign the man ever existed was ever found.
It was for reasons like that that the government opened up Problem Animal Control or PAC hunts to foreign hunters. The locals got the meat, the government got the hide and the tusks, and the hunter got nothing not even a few hairs from the tail to make a bracelet. Just a few pictures before the locals got there and started butchering their way in in a storm of swinging machetes. After a few minutes of watching the spectacle we got out of there as they were so covered n blood we weren’t sure how much was from the elephant and how much was their own from the swinging blades of their neighbors. I don’t think they even knew. This was one of the few times a year they could get all the meat they could eat and more and they weren’t about to let a few cuts stop them.
They weren’t stupid people. They were just living right on the edge of starvation and those three elephants (the other two, elephants being very intelligent animals, got the message and left that particular tribal area for parts unknown when they saw their buddy go down) could eat all the corn they were planning to live on for the rest of the year in a single night.
Except for the time a local headman sent a few guys to our camp to ask if I’d hunt a Waterbuck or Impala for their independence day celebration (shot an Impala for them, and I paid the trophy fee and have the horns on my wall) we spent the rest of the time sightseeing. Lake Kariba is a national park and it’s gorgeous, teeming with wildlife such as antelope, elephant, hippo, crocs, even lion, but I recommend seeing it from the Zambia side as I’ll never spend another dime in Mugabe’s Zimbabwe. As we were sightseeing for miles around we saw racks of thick strips of meat drying in the shade into an African approximation of jerky called biltong. I must have fed over five hundred people with that elephant and I couldn’t help but feel pleased with myself because as far as I’m concerned that’s what hunting is all about. Over the years including that elephant that went to the tribe I’ve donated tons of meat that I couldn’t use myself to Indian villages and food banks. Some for heart patients as their doctors will prescribe game meat as it has less fat than domestic animals and is even healthier than some fish.
I like your elephant stories.
Not analogous. If a product says it helps with cancer, a reasonable consumer has the right to expect that this is so. If it’s merely a cute folk legend that you’re relating out of interest, then say so: “In the olden days people with no notion of real medicine imagined this helped with cancer.” Or “gullible believers in newage (rhymes with sewage) imagine this helps with cancer.”
If there were a herb known as “love”, which could plausibly be in the granola, so that a reasonable consumer who saw it on the label would think it was a real ingredient, then the government would have been right to prevent the company from appearing to falsely claim it was there.
Of course, it could get far worse. According to the EU, you can’t market bottled water as a good way of re-hydrating.
Well people have been known to die from dihydrogenmonoxide inhalation.
Missed an overactive ingredient …. “Progressivism”. If nudging doesn’t work to alter eating habits…the old fashioned Prog ways do…coertion .
The White House needs to create a (very small) department of people to look for idiotic governmental decrees (like this one) and to take appropriate action (fire the thugs who harassed this bakery).
The President would certainly do that but he can’t be everywhere and has other problems to deal with.
I am certain that many of the readers here would be willing to donate some of their time to assist such a department.
Yea, these are probably the same types of people that would shut down a child’s lemonade stand for not having proper permits and then fine them.
My Mother and Grandmother cooked with love all the time, in fact my Mother still puts “1/2 cup of love” in every dish and the FDA can ki$$ my freckled white A$$ if they don’t like it.
isn’t there a conservative group of attys who will fight these travesties ?
is Sessions just a drone or can he get reversals for these idiocies ?
love is not what makes a Subaru a Subaru, it is Korean labor brought into Japan and living in company housing in near slave like conditions. Japanese regard Koreans as a subhuman species.
The nutrition label is a stupid place for jokes. Once one accepts the idea that the stuff listed as nutrition information isn’t really nutrition information, and, what’s worse, isn’t intended to be, the label serves no purpose.
Put the jokes on the front of the package where they belong. Though even that’s not safe if you want “anything goes” in labeling—Wonder Bread dropped its claim that it Builds strong bodies twelve ways! many years ago when it wasn’t able to tell the government what the twelve ways were.
And somebody should be thankful that he wasn’t fined for deliberately putting false info on there. Or even with adulterating the product—how the hell would he demonstrate he wasn’t?
So … why does it taste so good? I don’t think a shovelful of “love” is really what does it. Sounds like a perfectly good question. A reasonable customer might be mildly peeved to be blown off with such a frivolous answer.
I cook with hast and carelessness and aversion to recipes and measuring.
Our Master (Rabbi Yehudah the Prince) made a feast for Antoninus on the Shabbat, and brought before him cold foods. He ate from them and found them very tasty. [On a later occasion] he made a feast for him on a weekday and brought before him steaming foods.
He said to him, “Those [the dishes you served me last time] tasted better to me than these [even though they were cold and these are hot]”.
He said to him, “They lack one spice”.
He said to him, ‘Does the king’s pantry lack anything? [If you could not obtain this spice you should have sent for it from my pantry.]
He said to him, “They lack Shabbat. Do you have Shabbat?”
Bereshit Rabba 11:4
The FDA would have objected.