Damn you, high fructose corn syrup!

I've officially turned into THAT person, I know, I know. The person who can't go five minutes without talking about how all the BPA in plastic water bottles is slowly mutating us, or about how what goes on at CAFOs is enough to turn the most rabid carnivore into a vegetarian. I know, I do. But I can't help myself; once you see it, you can't un-see it. And the thing is, I really MISS a lot of those things I'm forcing myself to go without! Dammit, I MISS bottled water! (Sometimes... sometimes I buy a single bottled water and drink it down in an instant, reveling in its glorious bottled-water-ness.) I LIKE ordering food and not worrying about what's in it! Ignorance truly is bliss, folks. Take high fructose corn syrup. We had breakfast for dinner the other night, and I can't tell you how much I wanted to get some Mrs Butterworth's (sue me, okay?) to put on a huge stack of pancakes, evoking days long past when my grandparents would take us all to Perkins and I'd get a plate of silver dollar pancakes swimming in syrup that doesn't even pretend to be good for you. Those were the days. When did life get so complicated, anyway?