If you were to open my refrigerator door, you would see organic eggs, organic milk, organic half and half, organic cheese, organic yogurt, organic lettuce. Organic. Organic. Organic. You get the picture. Truthfully, I never bought into the whole organic foods craze until my kids were born. I'm no health nut. I hide my box of Froot Loops cereal and only slurp it up in my traditional, hunched-over caveman style when the boys have gone to bed. My wife castigates me for bringing back the occasional 12-pack box of Entenmanns donuts. I sneak out for Kit Kat bars and Dr. Peppers. There is no junk food rehab program that could save me. I'm a lost cause. But my two young boys are purity personified. I won't let them poison their developing bodies with processed and pesticide-laden foods. So we have a mostly organic household. I know this is an expensive luxury. I also know that the saintly organic movement is not all its cracked up to be. And now Charles Kenny at Foreign Policy is messing with my head:
Why ditching your fancy, organic, locavore lifestyle is good for the world's poor.