Grass Fed-Up.

Aquarter-century ago, the term ''foodie'' denoted a small set of people who lived on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, lined up at the Silver Palate on weekends and occasionally roasted a chicken breast in a packet of aluminum foil with something peculiar, like raspberries. Now these people are everywhere in America, and they're cooking anything they can get their hands on, around the clock -- tutti foodie. The farmers' market in New York's Union Square, once a sleepy little happening where restaurateurs foraged for chives to tie the tops of their beggar's purses, is now a quad-weekly mob scene so dense you need a cleaver just to get out of the subway exit, let alone hack through the towering forests of purple cauliflower. Midwestern homemakers devote entire blogs to cupcakes. Your Republican father-in-law can pronounce ''quinoa.'' [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]