My day started very early.
|Brad’s dad made us this clock. Isn’t it nice? Please ignore the dirty glass! How embarrassing!
I wasn’t quite finished with my homework, so first I worked on that.
The first step is “the probe.” Because farmers are raising foodgrade corn for Frito, the standards are VERY HIGH. This is a good thing for consumers. No one wants their food made with an inferior product.
Our premium per bushel is based on the quality of our grain, so we work hard to raise the best corn we can. The quality is determined by the sample pulled from each load.
After that long stick-like thing gets a grain sample, we pull up to the callbox to learn the rating of this load.
Our probe was good!
Brad feels satisfaction that his hard work is paying off, and I feel like I did as a kid and got a blue ribbon on my 4-H project.
Now it is on to the dumping place. I’m sure it has another name, but I can’t remember it right now. This elevator is very, very, very clean and I feel good about the care taken with our food.
(Can someone explain to me why there is an appostrophe in sodas? Former English teachers just can’t help noticing.)
So….the next time you open up a bag of Doritos or Frito scoops, take a minute to remember the farmer who worked hard to produce the corn from which those chips are made and the farmer’s wife who just may have ridden in a semi with her husband to deliver it!