A few weekends ago I made the four-hour drive from my hometown of Madison, Wisconsin to Northfield, Minnesota to visit my best friend. As I drove mindlessly past the cornfields of anywhere-that’s-not-a-city, Wisconsin, across the Mississippi River, I didn’t even pause to think about the passing scenery. It wasn’t until the sky began to darken, and I passed a large building that I really noticed my surroundings: the building I passed was clearly labeled Monsanto.

I think a lot of the confusion over GMOs comes from a lack of understanding within the public. My view of GMOs was marred by years of science fiction tales and growing up in a hippie town. Part of my hesitation came from the idea of big food companies