"More evidence links pesticides to hyperactivity,"  says a headline from yesterday's Los Angeles Times, with similar articles in newspapers all over the world. Yet another good reason to be careful what we eat -- and yet I've got to say it, righteous eating can be crazy making.
Going to the farmers' market isn't good enough: We have to ask every farmer where the food is grown, what fertilizers were used, and whether it was sprayed with pesticides.
Just shopping at Whole Foods isn't good enough either (though it's generally more righteous than, say, your standard chain grocery store): Not all of their products are organic, locally grown, wild-caught, or whatever else we're told we have to look for. And we even have to be cautious at Trader Joe's, my favorite grocery store in the world. Thank goodness they are starting to stock a lot more organic foods.
... Eating locally grown produce is a fine thing in many ways. But it is not an end in itself, nor is it a virtue in itself. The relative pittance of our energy budget that we spend on modern farming is one of the wisest energy investments we can make, when we honestly look at what it returns to our land, our economy, our environment and our well-being.
He gives the numbers to back up his assertion, too.
Budiansky is not in bed with Big Ag. He's a historian, journalist, and mathematician who blogs at Liberal Curmudgeon: Who Says You Have to Be a Conservative to Be Pissed Off?  I like the way he thinks.
After reading his article, I feel much better about buying (organic) California strawberries and (wild caught) Alaska salmon, though slightly guiltier about driving to the grocery story four times already this week to get them ("A single 10-mile round trip by car to the grocery store or the farmers' market will easily eat up about 14,000 calories of fossil fuel energy," says Budiansky).
Guilt is OK, in small doses : It's the manure of the soul. I'm just glad I don't have to spread it on my (organic) New Zealand apples.
LaVonne Neff is an amateur theologian and cook; lover of language and travel; wife, mother, grandmother, godmother, dogmother; perpetual student, constant reader, and Christian contrarian. She blogs at Lively Dust  and at The Neff Review .