A light-hearted but hopefully provocative food-snob rant during a ghastly and unpredictable pandemic.

The world already has enough conflict, strife and confusion; we don’t need beets to go around claiming that they can become pizza crust.

We’re on a road trip on the way home from a joyful college graduation (my niece’s) and I spotted something bewildering during one of our pit stops. I think these things on the rotisserie are intended to be food (“pancake wraps”? taquitos?), but I have…