Hey, guys, I love myself some superior-quality foodstuffs now and then, as my continued presence at and visits to brewpubs, farmers' markets, cheese shops, and Whole Foods might imply.
But in a city where far too many residents find themselves dependent upon the supremely-ironically-named "Independence" food-stamp cards and their benefits, suggesting that we substitute what in my case was an $8.50 turkey for an equivalent-sized $85 bird from Springfield Farm, well, that ranges somewhere between absurdity and supreme idiocy ("Free Bird," Feature, Nov. 21). Especially when brining my $8.50 turkey turned it into near-orgasmic culinary delight, and the gravy made from the frozen gravy packet stuffed into the bird and its later pan drippings created perhaps the best gravy I've ever had anywhere.
And as much as I want to support the organic, principled-eating, sustainable, non-factory-process, humane, etc. manners of eating, the entire movement will simply never be taken seriously by the folks who perhaps are in the greatest need of its benefits, as long as there's this fundamental disconnect between making food good and making it affordable.