Yes, it's true--the federal agency charged with ensuring the quality of the nation's food supply narrowly avoided a "F" in its own Washington, DC cafeteria.
When USDA inspectors aren't keeping an eye on the beef ConAgra is processing or the pork Smithfield Foods is slaughtering or the chicken Tyson Foods is forming into meat-like nuggets, they're complaining about how awful the food is at their own commissary.
"Are you reviewing the food here?" a U.S. Department of Agriculture employee asked when she spotted a Washington Post reporter "scribbling notes near the salad bar."
"Because it's disgusting. We are the U.S. Department of Agriculture. There is no reason why the food can't be appetizing and appealing."
Sure, there is. When federal inspectors with the MMS are smoking crystal meth on the BP/Transocean rig in the Gulf of Mexico the day before it explodes, it kinda gives you an idea of how seriously USDA cooks take their jobs, too.
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When USDA inspectors aren't keeping an eye on the beef ConAgra is processing or the pork Smithfield Foods is slaughtering or the chicken Tyson Foods is forming into meat-like nuggets, they're complaining about how awful the food is at their own commissary.
"Are you reviewing the food here?" a U.S. Department of Agriculture employee asked when she spotted a Washington Post reporter "scribbling notes near the salad bar."
"Because it's disgusting. We are the U.S. Department of Agriculture. There is no reason why the food can't be appetizing and appealing."
Sure, there is. When federal inspectors with the MMS are smoking crystal meth on the BP/Transocean rig in the Gulf of Mexico the day before it explodes, it kinda gives you an idea of how seriously USDA cooks take their jobs, too.