My new pet peeve is the term “processed” when applied to food. Not the food, the term. Because just about any time the term is used, it’s without explanation or qualification. As in: It’s bad because it’s “processed.”
Here’s the the thing: Most food is processed. Nathan Myhrvold comments that cheese is not much like milk. Wine is processed. So are bread and pasta.
Eat an olive off a tree sometime. They’re pretty much inedible. And I don’t see anyone turning up their nose at coffee and chocolate, neither of which are delicious when fresh from the plantation.
What’s important is how the food is processed. Just because it comes from a factory doesn’t mean it’s evil, and just because it’s made in my kitchen from organic ingredients doesn’t mean it’s wholesome (I’m looking at you, Mr. Double-fudge peanut butter brownie.)
OK, lecture over. Time for a snack.