Barcodes on fruit disturbs me.

You think that THIS is when technology and fruit got married? Oy vey! Technology and fruit have been hitched since the year gimel.

Where do you live? Around here, the Fujis and the Galas cost about the same, and neither are in koozies.

(And thank you for the word “koozies,” by the way.)

Well, in Charlotte now, but I remember koozies on Fujis up in Ohio, as well. I always thought if they dressed up the fruit because they were too expensive to allow them bruise. I guess if the price came down enough, it would be hard to justify the expense of individually wrapping them.

You’re welcome, but I can’t take credit for it. I almost called them crocheted Fuji underpants.

I haven’t seen padded Fuji apples in a while either, but those Japanese pears that cost about eighteen bucks a pound are still gently swaddled in foam and packed in divided boxes resembling giant egg cartons.

They cost about the same. There’s the rub. Have you no idea how long and how loud some people will bitch and moan if they think the store is ripping them off by three cents when they buy one Fuji on sale at $1.59 a pound and Galas are $1.69 a pound?

Having massacred whole orchards and groves worth of peaches, pears and other soft fruits by peeling off those SKU labels, I’m all for the laser tattoos. Nothing to peel off, and the application is touchless, so one less opportunity for the fruit to get bruised.

My understanding is that the barcode on the bottle is a pointer to a bunch of other databases which hold the information, which lets vendors keep certain things proprietary.

Here is the wine industry traceability guidelines (warning: PDF.)

I used to know someone who thought that blue corn chips were totally gross and disgusting. Then I told her that I miss white hot dogs that were only available in one city in the world. She nearly freaked.

“What do they put in them to make them white?” She had that look on her face like she had caught me in a logical trap and my only possible conclusion was that it had to be rat farts and poison. When I said pork it took the wind out of her sails a bit. But she was still freaked.