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Inside the World of Illegal Amish Milk Smuggling

3 Feb

I swear that I’m not making this up. The Daily, the first publication created exclusively for the iPad, published an article about the shady world of “raw” milk smuggling. Members of the Amish and Mennonite communities pay a driver to haul gallons of raw— which essentially means unpasterized— milk to New York, where consumers shell out $6 a gallon to get the product. Though it’s touted for its health benefits and superior taste, the FDA condemns raw milk and 12 states have outlawed its consumption outright.

For more, see The Daily’s article.

Man Wakeboards Through Cranberry Bog

2 Feb

Awesome.

Three Fascinating Food Stories

28 Jan

1) The Dark Side of the Bird (Slate): Who knew that in 2001 (a peak) the United States exported over 1 billion pounds of dark chicken meat annually? This article examines what the USA plans to do with all that meat, since exports to Russia have dried up. It’s also an interesting examination of why we prefer white to dark meat.

2)Offal Chef Chris Cosentino Is Happy to Make a Meat Dress for Lady Gaga (Vanity Fair): Cosentino runs a restaurant called “Incanto” in San Francisco and specializes in offal cooking. That involves cooking with body parts of animals that you might not ordinarily consider (brains, hearts, kidneys, sperm sacks). He has a simple philosophy for getting you to try these foods: “Harden the fuck up and try it. It’s not like you’re going to a restaurant and they’re putting a pile of dog shit in front of you.

3) How Many Bugs Are Allowed in Your Pasta (Salon): Probably don’t want to read this if you’re eating. The FDA has guidelines for how much “foreign matter” is allowed in your food. Yeah, the guidelines are pretty shocking. For popcorn, the food is okay if it has less than “20 or more gnawed grains per pound and rodent hair is found in 50 percent or more of the subsamples.” Eat up!


Life As a Food Critic Stinks

25 Jan

Here’s a classic example of my agreeing with a person’s larger point, while being appalled by the tone they take to prove it. Food critic Ari LeVaux writes for The Atlantic and has a syndicated column called “A Flash in the Pan,” which appears in 21 states. (An aside: LeVaux also published an article in support of Franzia and other boxed wines for The Atlantic.)

In a Jan. 24 article, he describes the difficult life of a food critic. It may seem glamorous to us, but LeVaux assures us that life is really hard. You have to eat lots of bad food. More importantly, though, you have to taste food that goes against your principles. LeVaux, for example, would consider himself a militant locavore were it not for his job. Being a critic also forces him to consume more grease and fats than he would ordinarily. He points out that argue against factory farmed meats and high-fat foods in his articles, but fears his audience would tire of the proselytizing fairly quickly (he’s right about that).

Now, LeVaux makes valid points about the problems within the restaurant industry. There is too much fat and grease in the cooking, to make up for a lack of flavor. People consume food too often without knowing its origins. We rely heavily on factory farmed meat, and eat animals who enjoyed no quality of life.

A quick word to Mr. LeVaux, though. If you believe that strongly in the evils of the restaurant world, change jobs.  Your life isn’t that hard. In fact, you have a job many people would kill for.

Secrets of San Francisco

22 Jan

During our recent trip to San Francisco, I sought (as is my habit) to take a step off the beaten path. I found a semi-hidden, secretive world in Chinatown.

Down one of the many alleys, we found the “Golden Gate Fortune Cookie Factory.” Inside, we spotted four women turning the freshly baked dough into various shapes of fortune cookies. They worked in silence.  The owner approached us quickly and suggested we buy something. He wouldn’t let us step further into the factory.

We opted for a bag of flat fortune cookies (also in chocolate and strawberry) for $3.50 and paid in cash. No tax. He stepped to an open container of flat cookies (really fresh) and scooped in a couple of handfulls into the plastic bag. It was a really strange place.