Bambi goes to Target

The last eyes on the prize at the NYT can’t be totally to blame for the slovenly editing of a couple of provocative (and important) op-ed pieces on food, though. One made the persuasive case that eating locally is not as simple a panacea as it sounds, but the packaging was all about frying and potato chips. Anyone who had not already read a similar argument based on the same book in the indispensable Guardian could be excused for wondering what the hell Pringles have to do with the price of carbon footprints. And the other was either an argument for shooting deer or a plea to think more kindly about guys who do. One bad thing about knowing how the blood sausage is made down there is that I start to suspect which impossible-to-buy-out lameass is handling copy now. But it could have been much worse. The two pieces could have run in the Thursday “Push (those ads)” Styles section and been packaged as “Ruffles have rifles.”