As I noted at weeklystandard.com, Michael Ruhlman has had enough with the food fascists and fired off a terrific screed prompted by a reader’s dilemma of where to hold a post-wedding reception. The reader explains, “Our problem is my husband’s siblings ‘special diet’ issues. They embody the evangelical wacko dietary fads that consume a certain slice of the upper middle class. We have every variation of diet extremism from the paleo-diet to variations of the casein/gluten/lactose/sugar-free philosophies which means they are limited to brown rice, some grilled meats, and some fruits/veges. Apparently they are worried about leaky guts and fingers swelling from gluten exposure. To compound the problem, there are quite a number of them who follow variations of this extremism—10 to 12 people out of a party of 75 or so.”
Ruhlman is like a food-writing Bruce Banner. Don’t get him angry. You don’t want to see him when he’s angry.