Here is the problem with eating local. I have fond memories of the things I ate in my youth. Now, I have to come to grips with the fact that everything I ate growing up is trying to kill me. I know that I am healthier now, but my tiny mind gets confused sometimes. Like the warm, furry baby blanket I had as a child (which probably contained a poisonous Asbestos laced fire retardant). Comforting, but will ultimately kill me.
I think that Fritos are technically local…they originated in San Antonio, right?
I think I am more worried with the fact that there is no such thing as a Frito tree.
But ahh…what a way to go!