Chocolate. Coffee. Vanilla. And tropical fruit. In the eyes of the uber-conscious consumer, these are my ultimate vices. Food stuffs that I consistently yearn for, drool over and the food stuffs that in the grand scheme of things may make the world less hospitable to someone's standard of living and the overall levels of carbon emissions. More sensitive folk might even resort to hiding such locavore contraband the way one does the circa 1980s workout videos featuring anorexic women in neon-colored leotards and pantyhose. Or Tae-Bo. But I'm flagrant about my transgressions.