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[post_content] => I like to eat and I like hazmat. There doesn’t seem to be much overlap between the two, but if you’ll bear with me, by the end of this column you will find there’s more overlap than you’ve first thought.
Not everyone likes to eat, at least not everything. My little brother was predictably hilarious to his siblings, but not to his parents whenever they took us out to eat at an ethnic or nationalistic cuisine restaurant. “No, John,” my parents would patiently explain, “they don’t have hamburgers at a <<insert cuisine here, e.g. Chinese, French, Indian, etc.>> restaurant”, while my sisters and I giggled discretely. Then came the outright laughter as my brother, again predictably, uttered slowly and thoughtfully, “Well, if they don’t have hamburgers, how about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?”
Years later, it wasn’t exactly ‘different’ food that bothered my daughter, but the way ‘different’ food looked. A bowl of soup or stew was an ugly brown, but apparently smelled irresistibly delicious, because Briana had one of her sisters fold a cloth napkin into a blindfold and tie it around Briana’s head. Then she proceeded to spoon fed herself every bit of the ugly deliciousness. Trying to explain to me why the blindfold was really necessary, she told me, I suppose in terms she thought I could understand, “it looked like HazMat”.
Of course, everyone knows, right, that food can’t be HazMat and Dangerous Goods aren’t edible. Eh, not! The same peppers that are sometimes ground into an edible, spicy powder for flavoring food are also sometimes ground into an edible, spicy powder that is used for an entirely different purpose: self-defense spray. Yes, that mace substitute that’s all natural and 100% organic and, oh by the way, is edible, is also HazMat. If not in aerosol form (UN1950), check out proper shipping names beginning with Tear Gas Substances.
Other favorite restaurant memories involve flaming desserts. Similar to Pavlov’s dogs, I think I salivate just from reading the word ‘flambé’. Sure, I know that the flammable alcohol has burned off before I eat the dessert, but as I sit here on my porch swing composing this column, I’m sipping on a little liquid inspiration. Next time someone asks you what your favorite identification number is, considering answering UN3065. It is edible.
One of my favorite foods, solid foods, is crab. Crabs though, because they will decompose almost immediately upon dying, need to be cooked alive. In India there’s a place that air freights live crabs all around the country. For a few days each month, I think around the full moon but it could be the new moon, the crabs secrete pheromones that drip through the bushel baskets and corrode the aluminum aircraft floors! Sounds Class 8 to me.
Not so tasty, I hear, are MREs. Meals Ready to Eat, are used by the military (many militaries), heat themselves, and are sometimes less unpalatable than at other times. Technically, the heater portion is separately compartmented from the edible portion, but they’re often one ‘unit’ and the heating results from an exothermic reaction between an oxidizer (potassium permanganate) and water, so an MRE is HazMat. Who knew?
For alcoholic beverages, it’s pretty clear that the food is the dangerous good, and for MREs it’s pretty clear the DG is only associated with the food, but what about pressurized or nitrogenated edibles? Cylinders of compressed CO2 that carbonate Coca-Cola from a soda fountain are clearly separate and only associated, but what about a can of Guinness with a little unopened cartridge of nitrogen at the bottom?
And what about those little helium containing wine ‘thingys’ (thingies?)? They poke through the wine bottle cork, and push out the wine on demand, all the while keeping nasty oxygen away from the wine. I know the thingies (okay, I decided on the spelling) are DG before they’re inserted into the cork, but what about when attached? Okay, I concede that one wouldn’t transport the wine while connected to the helium, but maybe you’ll concede that Division 2.2 and food can sometimes be one and the same. Please don’t make me mention aerosol Cheez Whiz.
Some of my parents’ efforts to civilize me worked, at least partially. I’m willing to try new foods and eat ‘different’ things. While doing a little work at DGAC in Washington, DC, a DGAC employee (thank you, Blake) took me to a food truck featuring Ethiopian cuisine. Oh wow, was it delicious! My first food truck, ever, but in part due to that great first experience, far from my last food truck food.
Which brings me to the inspiration for this column. For those of you who follow HCB and/or Peter Mackay on Twitter, and for those of you who read the Incident Log in HCB this won’t be a surprise, but worldwide there seems to be a greatly increasing number of fires and explosions from the propane tanks that food trucks cook with. Sure, I’d occasionally wondered about food poisoning, but this put the potential dangers of food trucks in a whole new perspective. Now, not only do I have to worry about the potential Division 6.2 in food truck food, I have to worry about the whole truck going up!
Yes, food and HazMat are more connected than I realized. From Class 2 inside Guinness cans, to Class 3 alcoholic beverages, to Class 5 MREs, to 6.2, um, let’s not think about 6.2 and food, to Class 8 crab pheromones. There’s a lot of DG related to food. And we haven’t thought about Class 9. Could a particularly stinky cheese be Aviation Regulated, and are kimchee and/or kippered herring environmentally hazardous? I don’t know. But I do know I like to eat, and sometimes I like to eat HazMat.
This is the latest in a series of musings from the porch swing of Gene Sanders, principal of Tampa-based WE Train Consulting; telephone: (+1 813) 855 3855; email firstname.lastname@example.org.
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From the Porch Swing: Eating hazmat