At some point in the past 24 hours, industrial food found me. I am now receiving hourly emails promoting such foods as "mini stuffed paninis for families on the go," "SeaPak shrimp," and "Farm Rich appetizers." My, how tempting.
I'm not sure quite how this happened. I like to look at edibility through the Michael Pollan lens: if your great-grandmother wouldn't recognize it as a comestible, don't put it in your mouth.
But frighteningly, deciphering even this message is getting harder and harder. This high fructose corn syrup commercial, put together by an industry terrified of those most malicious ogers of all: loving mothers, is a perfect example.