When my
brother worked in a
frozen pizza factory, he made the
sauce.
Now, he didn't get to use my mom's recipe for sauce, nosiree, he had to use the official corporate recipe for sauce. Of course, he was also making it in vats that held thousands of gallons of sauce.
Anyway, one of the ingredients was modified food starch. He did not know exactly how the starch was modified, or what other organic matter the starch came from. All he knew is that it came in 50 pound bags that he had to lug around the factory and put in the sauce, by walking up a staircase leading to the top of the sauce vat. I always think of Who Framed Roger Rabbit or any one of a number of movies with action scenes in warehouses.
I don't think he'll ever eat a frozen pizza.