I just finished watching The Future of Food on my computer because that’s how I watch TV (get the link to watch it free on Hulu from our Facebook fan page) and, horrified of course at the harsh realizations of American food culture and its effect on its people and those in other countries, took some time to think about how much of that nonsense may or may not be in what I eat.  From 1990 to 2003, sales of organic food rose 1200% and has risen steadily since.  I’m neither hippie nor orthorexic, I buy organic when I can and don’t really sweat it when I can’t.  But that is an undeniably large increase in percentage.  You’d think we were protecting our health and well-being or something.  

Ojai, CA is a haven of citrus groves, giant oaks trees, trust fund hippies, macrobiotic yogaholics, well-hidden celebrities, drum circles and one of the best farmers markets in Southern California.  I have the great pleasure of visiting a few times a year to see my parents, who live next to endless acres of Sunkist land dense with navel orange trees.  With each visit, I bet ter understand how someone could leave the buzzing metropolitan heaven that is New York.  

In the last decade or so, air travel has become more associated with awful food than ever before.  I miss the days of kvetching about airplane food in your most highly-flavored Seinfeld voice, back when there was such a thing as airplane food.  Nowadays, the buying of provisions must occur before you scan your ticket at the gate, lest you spend $9 on a damp sandwich en-route.