The processing of foodstuffs has had massive effects on how we eat and what we eat. Our distrust of naturally raised products with the occasional blemish has led to us eating poisoned products to assuage our distaste for the imperfect. I am often regarded with incredulity when I offer up a wild food, or even produce from our garden. I am reminded of an aquaintance that would give eggs from her chickens to her mother, only to find that Mom was ditching them as they were "wierd; all different sizes".
The key message here seems to be unclench the butt cheeks and embrace the natural aspects of natural food. Perfection is not natural, and it cannot be attained with natural methods. It is like when I see a perfect, dark green lawn, unblemished by a weed. At what cost to the environment, the wildlife, and most importantly, the inhabitants? It seems exposing ourselves to potential dangers is the cost of perfection.
Is it worth it?