by Martha Quillen Why do we buy bad food, dubious diets and crazy cures? And why hasn’t a half-century of environmental activism done more to protect our food products? When I was twelve, a friend was supposed to come over one Saturday, but couldn’t because her nineteen-year-old cousin had died in his sleep – and her family went to be with his family. The cousin had, my friend told me a week later, become obsessed by the idea that there were poisons in all of our food. For a year he’d eaten nothing but farm fresh, hard-boiled eggs. Chickens, he ...