People say that I am careful about my food. I buy armloads of organic produce and fresh breads from my local farmer’s market every week. I drive 45 minutes into southern New Jersey all summer to pick buckets of berries, cherries, and peaches. Until my children came along, I grew heirloom tomatoes, eggplant, and cucumbers at the community garden. I like to serve my family and friends wholesome, homemade foods that don’t come out of a bag or a box.

When people say that I am careful, what they really mean is that I am “too careful.” They conveniently overlook the possibility that as someone who writes about medicine for a living, maybe I am just trying to stay healthy. They get annoyed because I won’t grant that convenience foods are a necessary part of modern life. They think, and none too subtly, that I spend too much time in… More…