world-shaker:
This is Firehouse Caramel Corn from Popped! in Kent, Ohio. It’s amazing, and one of my favorite things to munch on. And The only reason I have a bag is because my amazing girlfriend pulled some strings to get it mailed down in time for my birthday :o)
It is very delicious. Way better than Popped!’s regular caramel corn.
On principle, I 100% do not care what anyone else eats. But I
do care about judgmental condescension shrouded in pseudo-science—the idea that certain behaviors are “healthier” or “more natural” because “that’s how the cavemen did it.”
Because do you know what the cavemen started doing as soon as they had the ability to cook their food? They started cooking their fucking food.
Sure, cavemen didn’t have shoes. Until they invented fucking shoes! They also didn’t have antibiotics, refrigeration, written languages, wheels, patchouli, the internet, and NOT LIVING IN A ROCK WITH A HOLE IN IT. But I don’t see anyone giving any of that up in the name of “health.”
A ban on pink slime could, potentially, require the slaughter of another 1.5 million cows to maintain current levels of beef consumption. And, because cows are a major source of heat-trapping methane (all that burping), that could have a serious climate impact.
How much impact? We can do a rough calculation. The average cow emits the equivalent of about four tons of carbon dioxide per year. To put that in perspective, the average automobile emits about five tons per year. So, in the worst case, a total ban on pink slime would be like adding 1.2 million cars to the road.
In 2004, Burger King unveiled a new version of its old mascot, The King, and began working him into a series of ads targeted primarily at, well, dudes. Or bros. Or frat boys. Whatever you like to call that certain species of young gentlemen.
As a few journalists have pointed out since, the last decade was a superbly bad time to focus your company’s whole marketing strategy on young males, who as a demographic were socked by the recession.
Wendy’s took the opposite route. The company’s had always staked its image on using fresher ingredients than its competition, serving burger patties that had never been frozen, for instance. So it chose to double down on that route. In its most high profile move, the chain redesigned its old, square burgers, which focus groups said looked processed, and created a thicker patty using a looser cut of meat, meant to mimic the upstart better-burger chains like Five Guys.
People who ate more red meat were less physically active and more likely to smoke and had a higher body mass index, researchers found. Still, after controlling for those and other variables, they found that each daily increase of three ounces of red meat was associated with a 12 percent greater risk of dying over all, including a 16 percent greater risk of cardiovascular death and a 10 percent greater risk of cancer death.
The increased risks linked to processed meat, like bacon, were even greater: 20 percent over all, 21 percent for cardiovascular disease and 16 percent for cancer.
It’s every author’s wish that a major media figure will discuss her or his work on air. So when Rush Limbaugh spent 40 minutes lambasting both me and my first book, The American Way of Eating, during his radio broadcast to 15 million listeners on Tuesday, I was mostly elated. By the time I finished listening to the show, though, I had a question: What exactly does he think I did wrong?