My in-law equivalent keeps my subscription to the No. 1 Cooking Magazine in the World  up to date or I would be blissfully unaware of how thoroughly big media ownership has destroyed it. Were the recipes always so horribly dependent on processed crap? Was trend confusion ever so rampant (south of the border Caprese? WTF?) Every time I think it is about as cat-messy as it can get, they come up with a celebrity chef feature that must play particularly brilliantly with the Amish, in the land of the teevee-free. Worse, the more they tart up the pages, the trashier the food looks (and, sometimes, the people). I always think there is something masturbatory about over-design. But here it almost makes the reader go blind.