I'm not a Whole Foods guy. I don't have much interest in the Food, Inc. documentary. A bout of gluttony at a fried chicken establishment Friday, however, has inspired me to consider changing my tubby ways. The wings, breasts and bombers I consumed were absolutely delicious. But I felt strange for the next twelve hours. I could sense the food as it ran through my veins. I could smell it on my skin. I was high. High on grease.