
I learned this morning, the way we learn most things now, from a LinkedIn post. Keith Warriner, a food science professor at the University of Guelph, wrote that Doug Powell had died over the weekend. Ben Chapman, Doug’s former student and his partner in barfblog for twenty years, confirmed it.
Keith’s post was short and exactly right. Doug, he wrote, “was a character, for sure.” He established the Food Safety Network at Guelph. He was among the first to put the idea of food safety culture in front of the people who run food companies. He will be missed.
Who he was
Doug Powell grew up in Brantford, Ontario, trained in molecular biology, worked as a journalist, and as a student at Guelph in the 1980s started an alternative campus newspaper because he did not like the official one. He earned his PhD in food science at Guelph in 1996, but by then he had already been running the Food Safety Network for three years. Beginning in 1993, FSnet, AgNet, AnimalNet and FFnet went out by email every day, before Google Alerts, before RSS, before Twitter. He pulled stories off the AP wire through CompuServe at a time when CDC’s MMWR could take months to arrive by mail. If you worked in food safety in the late 1990s, in industry, in government or at a university, FSnet was in your inbox before your coffee. After the Walkerton E. coli O157 drinking-water outbreak in 2000, which killed seven people and sickened more than 2,000, he served on an expert committee on how to warn the public when the water is not safe.
He wrote one book, and it holds up. In 1997 he and William Leiss, the Canadian risk-communication scholar, published Mad Cows and Mother’s Milk: The Perils of Poor Risk Communication with McGill-Queen’s University Press. The case studies were Britain’s mad cow fiasco, hamburger disease, meaning E. coli O157, the bug that brought me into this work, genetically engineered growth hormone in milk, silicone breast implants, dioxins and PCBs, and agricultural biotechnology. The lesson in every chapter was the same: institutions that will not tell the public what they know, and what they do not know, about a risk end up paying for it, in money and in trust. Paul Slovic, the risk-perception researcher, called it “the best book I have seen on risk communication.” It went to a second edition in 2004. Doug talked for years about writing another one and never got to it.
In 2005, on an airplane, he and Ben Chapman decided to start a blog. An undergraduate named Christian came up with the name, and Doug insisted it stay lowercase: barfblog. It was to be evidence-based opinion about the things that make people sick, with references, mixed in with hockey, music and whatever else was on Doug’s mind that morning. By the time he announced in March 2019 that he was stepping back, barfblog had published 15,287 posts, and Doug had written 13,070 of them. He worked that out as a goaltender’s save percentage of .8549, which he conceded would not be great in hockey, but this was something different.
Food safety culture
The phrase “food safety culture” is everywhere now. In 2011, when Doug, Casey Jacob and Ben Chapman published “Enhancing food safety culture to reduce rates of foodborne illness” in Food Control, it was not. Two years later came “Audits and inspections are never enough.” The argument in both was the one Doug had made in a 2009 interview with Food Safety News: there is no evidence that more inspection makes food safer, and plenty of evidence that food gets safer when the people inside a company take it seriously every day and can prove it. He had been pushing the industry to market food safety directly to consumers since the 2006 spinach outbreak. The 2011 paper has been cited hundreds of times and still is.
He practiced what he preached about communication. The barfblog infosheets, one page, plain language, often funny, in English, Spanish and French, were built to be taped up in restaurant kitchens, and he and his students put cameras in real kitchens to measure whether they changed what food handlers did.
Kansas and Brisbane
Doug moved to Kansas State University in 2006 as a professor of food safety and scientific director of the International Food Safety Network. When Amy Hubbell took a position at the University of Queensland, he followed her to Brisbane and kept teaching and publishing from the other side of the world. In 2013 K-State declined to renew his contract. His own headline for the news was that he had been fired for bad attendance. Eight years later, when every university on earth had gone to distance learning, he noted the irony and did not spare anyone the barb. He kept writing from his kitchen in Brisbane, where, as his byline put it, he shopped, cooked and fermented.
Doug and me
Doug and I quoted each other for years, not always approvingly. Two Doug-isms made it into this blog and into Food Safety News more than once. Ask anyone who works in food safety what one food they will not eat, and the answer is raw sprouts, always. And “stick it in,” his instruction to use a tip-sensitive digital thermometer rather than color, time or guesswork to decide when the chicken is done. He was immediately suspicious of anyone who said “trust me,” a category that included regulators, companies, celebrity chefs and, on occasion, lawyers. We did not always agree, and when we did not, he said so in print, which is what he did with everyone. That was Doug.
Stepping away
Doug wrote about his own health with the same bluntness he applied to everyone else’s. In the March 2019 post announcing he would step back, he disclosed that he had early-onset dementia and other health problems, and said someone else should be in charge. “I did my best, even when my best wasn’t good enough,” he wrote. Then, being Doug, he kept posting anyway, until the summer of 2021, when the posts stopped. He signed off that 2019 piece by describing the job as improving food safety one digital thermometer, one skipped serving of raw sprouts and one called-out piece of bad advice at a time. That is as good a summary of his career as anyone will write.
He held three passports, Canadian, American and Australian. He described himself as an OK goaltender in pickup hockey, taught kids to skate in Guelph and coached them in Brisbane, and raised five daughters who gave him grandchildren.
My heart goes out to Amy Hubbell, to the mothers of his daughters, to his five daughters and his grandchildren, and to Ben Chapman and the students Doug trained and bragged about. Food safety has one fewer honest voice this morning than it did last week.
Peace and love, Doug.









