Whole Foods peddles a lot of stuff that makes upscale liberals feel good about themselves but has little evidence to back it up as especially healthful.
But Whole Foods continues to rake it in. That’s because, IMHO, Whole Foods is actually a place where the health-conscious can go to get really decadent food and not feel so bad about it. Much of what is sold there is dessert that’s every bit as fat-filled and sugar-laden as anywhere, but it looks beautiful and most of it tastes pretty darn good and after all, we bought it at Whole Foods, so the calorie count doesn’t matter.
I am as guilty as the next person, although my relative but not absolute distance from a Whole Foods protects me somewhat:
Yesterday I went to Whole Foods.
I don’t live very close to one. But not too very far away, either. Perhaps just right (in the Goldilocks sense), because any closer and I’d be a lot poorer and a lot fatter, and any further away and I’d be sadder.
Yesterday I succumbed, as I sometimes do, to the seductive call of a piece of Whole Foods almond cream cake. After I’d partaken of its delicately perfumed, almond scented, moist and tender—well, you get the idea—it occurred to me that, unlike its policy with much of the rest of its food, Whole Foods is mum on the calorie content.
That stuff is ambrosia. I’d better stop writing right now before I get a yen for it that I’ll need to satisfy.