Obviously, I follow the ancient maxim “when in Rome, do as the Romans do.” So I eat meat, fruit and vegetables, grains, and processed foods because everyone else does, not because I think it is right or best.
Honestly, I am morally queasy about slaughtering badly raised animals, enjoying strawberries and broccoli picked by near-slave labor, enjoying oats whose monoculture destroys the ecology, and encouraging the use of weird chemical treatments to enhance sales. But _ well, there they are. Some things I cannot affect.
In the future, I suppose the “ultra processed” becomes the standard fare even of those in Rome. I can easily imagine folks happily living on a diet of corn curls, potato chips, and fried whatever all fortified with all the stuff necessary for healthy nutrition. I think of it as the “spaceship diet”, mostly made out of something like algae and seaweed. People would accept such a diet if it were healthy. Heck a lot of them and most kids do already when it is not.
I know it would be better for animals, farm labor, and the entire environment.
For now – not so much. The transition may take a while although I suspect that in only a hundred years our descendants will look back at our habits with a gentle amusement bordering on disgust.
I need to be satisfied with cheese doodles.
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