Perhaps they can't stem their daughter's text-messaging addiction, but if a few extra dollars a month for organic milk will hold back little Madison's journey into adulthood, surely it's worth it.
Of course, I completely subscribe to some tenets of virtuous eating, including the concept skewered by the above sentence. (I have seen one too many overdeveloped 13-year-olds walking around my town.) As I've mentioned here before, accepting the Alice Waters guidelines - believing in the superiority of locally grown and seasonal products - is practically cost of entry into the foodie world.
At the same time, nobody likes a zealot. Who wants to have dinner with somebody who's so caught up in the origins of their food that they forget to actually enjoy it? Certainly not me. And I don't want to have those people over for dinner, either. Partly because I wouldn't want to cook for them...and partly because they sound boring.
On that note, I'm going to return to my non-PC kitchen for a brownie made from a box mix. Because it will taste good.