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At a mixer, one is expected to mix. But I wasn’t at this mixer for the people. Slow Food Urban San Diego was having a food-centric soiree at the Pearl, after which David and I were told we could chill, see a movie on the big screen that overlooked the pool outside, and enjoy a tasting menu paired with beer from Coronado Brewing Company.

In case you’ve been living in a snail shell for the last five years, I’ll share the slow food mission: “Encouraging the enjoyment of foods that are local, seasonal, and sustainably grown.” The way I see it, stuff that’s fresh, in season, and not mass-produced tastes better than the alternative, and it comes with the added bonus of feeling all warm and fuzzy about supporting your community and doing a little less than normal to rape the Earth. I can dig it.

Mmm, cheese

“We’re not going to have to watch a movie about some animal food torture mill while we eat, are we?” David raised his brows in trepidation. We sat off to the side, watching nametags intertwine from across the pool as people sampled treats from local producers such as Spring Hill Farm Creamery and Janet the Olive Oil Lady.

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Olive Oil Lady

“No, it’s probably just a promotional thing, a feel-good type show about the stuff we’re eating,” I said.

“It’s called Farmageddon,” David groaned.

“Yeah, okay, that doesn’t bode well,” I said. “Let’s just go with it. I’m sure the food’ll be worth the wait.” I wondered if starting dinner service an hour late was part of the “slow” concept. It had been forever since I’d visited the Pearl, and I was curious to see what Chef Jaison Burke’s “seasonally inspired” appetizers and three-course meal would taste like.

David and I were both right. The movie came on, a documentary the New York Times had aptly described as “anxiety-laden,” and one of the first images we saw was of a huge processing plant, with pigs piled on top of each other. “Awesome,” David said.

Farmaggedon on the screen

“Ah, you don’t have to watch. Here, taste this.” I handed over my fork, on which I’d crafted a bite of bass and heirloom tomato. Occasionally, we looked up to the film, and listened to small farmers’ tales of government oversight woe. It was a total downer, but also an eye-opener about just how often big-money agriculture harasses small farms. Still, it was the kind of thing you’d want to show in schools, not to a giant choir, all singing the slow food anthem in harmony.

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christine Sept. 23, 2011 @ 4:45 p.m.

If you thought the film about industrial farming was a downer, imagine the day to day life of those pigs. Obviously, farmed pigs are suffering - both mentally and physically. If a dog was treated like a pig in a factory farm it would be a felony.

Perhaps your slow food hosts thought that a group of people who cared about food might also care to know what the vast majority of farm animals endure on their way to the plate. If you can't even bear to watch it then you maybe you shouldn't eat it.

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