similac-organic-baby-formula.jpgI spent some time over the weekend trying to catch up on my magazine reading, and one of the publications I read through was Acres U.S.A., which I know a lot of people here read regularly. It bills itself as “The Voice of Eco-Agriculture.” It’s kind of a down-home publication—it doesn’t even publish its articles on the Internet. Suffice it to say, it contains loads of information you won’t find in the mainstream media about food and farming.

Among the things I learned from two recent issues:

–Last year, meatpackers recalled a record 33.4 million pounds of beef for possible E.coli contamination. The USDA thinks that distillers’ grains may be one of the culprits. With growing amounts being produced by ethanol plants, well, it’s just another source of cheap food to give feedlot cattle. (Wasn’t it distillers’ grains that during the 1800s caused problems with raw milk, setting off the spiral of fear that continues today?)

–Sea lice parasites from farm-raised salmon are depopulating wild salmon in huge numbers.

–A British survey showed that that nearly a quarter of farms with caged hens tested positive for salmonella, compared to 4.4 per cent in organic flocks and 6.5 per cent in free-range flocks. About three-fourths of the United Kingdom’s eggs come from fewer than 300 chicken farms, where four or five birds share a tiny cage.

There were other articles about soil depletion, and how it deprives us of trace nutrients that may be essential in preventing cancer and chronic disease.

Then this morning I saw a front-page article in the New York Times about the fact that the fastest growing organic baby formula is also the sweetest.

It’s really a disgusting story, about how a large corporation thinks nothing of bulking up its sales hijacking the “organic” term for the most cynical marketing purposes—addicting infants to sweets. It’s also a further reminder of the hidden agenda behind the National Animal Identification System (NAIS) and the campaign against raw milk—eliminate the small producers, and limit consumer choice to the agribusiness products designed to keep us, and our children, malnourished, and susceptible to pathogens.

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You never know what to expect sometimes. I went with a friend to tonight’s Boston Red Sox game, expecting a pretty boring affair, since they were playing one of the lousier teams, the Kansas City Royals.  To make matters worse, it was cold and windy. The Red Sox were winning 7-0 by the seventh inning, and just as I was about to suggest leaving to avoid the traffic, I looked at the scoreboard and noticed that Kansas City didn’t have a hit. The last two innings were electric.

I’ve attended dozens and dozens of games over the years—major league and minor league—and never witnessed a no-hitter…until tonight. The fact that Jon Lester, a cancer survivor, pitched the game made it that much more special. As I said, you never know when you’ll be surprised.