Growing up on a farm meant raw milk, butter made at home, a garden without pesticides and a summer spent canning. That childhood is the standard this writer holds every food label against, and it produces the sharpest question on the blog. If the flour has been bleached, in what sense is anything about it natural.
The ingredients posts follow from there and are worth reading with a packet in your hand.
The business writing is blunter than most. A piece on leadership and image argues that how you speak and carry yourself in front of an audience counts as much as what you wear, and draws a line between dressing well and showing off. Another asks whether a compensation structure is genuinely fair to everybody inside it, which is not a question anyone raises politely.
There is also a lovely piece tracing a modern railway gauge back through wagon ruts to Roman chariots.
Read the food posts if you have started turning packets over in the supermarket and wondering.