This morning I was watching a spiffy, smart, and funny--"If you're not eating UTZ, you're eating BUTTZ"--minidocumentary about NYC's outer borough bodegas and the appalling nutritional value of most of the low-cost items they carry, and it made me really sad about the prohibitively high cost of quality food.
But then I felt stupid for feeling sad, because maybe all that Michael Pollan-inspired worrying about HFCS and processed food and the carbon footprint of industrial agriculture we've been doing will only come to be seen in a few years' time as a foolishly high-minded and shamefully upper-class luxury of our just-passed Gilded Age. Out of need or perhaps just out of solidarity, maybe soon we will ALL be washing down our Little Debbie lunches with little blue barrels of quarter water, while only the richest and/or most pretentious of us will be keeping up our CSA payments or making our way to the local farmers market. (Whole Foods will have gone out of business already.)
Really all I'm saying is that there's no better time than right now to fall back in love with the Hostess family of food products. Diabetes...YAY!!!
KOMMENTEN!