Not So Free-Range, Baby

Whenever I go to Whole Foods, I trust that they’re doing the work of making sure everything is up to standard. They certainly talk a good game there; their butchers and fishmongers always smile indulgently at me when I ask about the conditions within which the animals were raised and harvested. “Ah, fat suburban woman, these animals were all raised on a spa! They had massages every day! They had therapy sessions every Thursday afternoon, and they were slaughtered swiftly while high on the best natural ganja we could get from our Jamaican contacts.” Me: “Oh, good. I’ll take 2 lbs..” And then I get out my little Seafood Watch Pocket Guide and toddle on over to that area and ask them, all wide-eyed and nice about it, why they’re still selling Chilean Sea Bass. “Is that real Chilean Sea Bass? Because I heard that […]