Locavore's Blasphemy

I ate some locally grown food a while back. I knew it was local because it said so right there on the label, on the top in a nice, big, shiny, red script.

Well, okay, so it was locally grown in California and locally processed in California.

It was bought in Puerto Rico.

And carried into New York State by a student (I don't know who) who gave it as a gift to someone who let me have a taste of dried, locally grown persimmons.

It was hermetically sealed in a plastic container with the number 1, which if I recall correctly is, um, not in the best environmental tradition.

In the local food religion, I think this counts as blasphemy.