...huh? Burros drops a variety of science in today's Eating Well, as well as the following:
Et tu, Ben & Jerry?
First Chicago banned the sale of foie gras. Then Whole Foods stopped selling live lobster. Now Ben and Jerry’s has pledged not to use eggs that come from a farm that the Humane Society of the United States has accused of being cruel to its laying hens. Animal rights activists are on a roll. While they pursue high-profile cases they are also signing up farmers who, in exchange for taking a pledge to treat their animals humanely, are permitted to label their products “Certified Humane.”
In its latest efforts on behalf of animals, the Humane Society has shamed Ben and Jerry’s into changing to eggs from cage-free hens by calling the company hypocritical for criticizing “giant industrial farming operations” on its Web site.
Granted, this is Burros rounding up the un-fun-what's bad for you food news, rather than breathlessly chronicling the do-si-dos of chefs and restaurants -- enjoy that latte, by the way* -- but this item does not really make what one likes to think of as "sense." The lede dusts off the good old slippery slope, (basically: "If they take our foie gras/AK 47/2 Live Crew cassettes away, then they will come for our salmon/hunting rifle/Ulysses) but the item itself describes one step in one direction, and two half steps in the other. Those zanies at the Humane Society have encouraged Ben & Jerry to use cage free eggs (not what it sounds like, BTW), and emboldened by this victory for animal welfare, um, the foie gras ban is under legal attack, and, er, WF is revisiting the lobster question. If Burros had covered the 1924 Army-Notre Dame game instead of Grantland Rice, one imagines it would go like this:
Outlined against a blue-gray October sky the Four Horsemen rode again. In dramatic lore they are known as famine, pestilence, destruction and death. These are only aliases. Their real names are: Stuhldreher, Miller, Crowley and Layden. They combined for 83 yards on 26 carries, as Army held off the Fighting Irish, 10-7.
*Evidently, that caffe mocha with whipped cream has more calories than a quarter pounder w/ cheese. I kind of love the thought of salarymen and -women pouring off the subway and into the office in the morning, absently nibbling on a QP.