I used to be quite smug about cooking Bao's dinner every night. Chicken breast or beef, grilled. Only the best for my precious treasure. (That's what Bao means, in Chinese. Precious Treasure. But you knew that, didn't you?)

No additives. No preservatives. No chemicals. Fresh, wholesome food. At least, that's what I thought.

I was wrong. Bao may be a carnivore, but he's as corny as Kansas in August. And so am I. So are you. So is just about everybody in the United States. Our main food -- dogs and humans -- is corn. We eat more corn than Mexicans. We eat more corn than anybody.

Australian beef cattle consume grass, but American beef cattle are fed corn. Problem is, cattle aren't meant to eat corn. It makes them sick, which means that lovely, marbled hunk of corn-fed beef I fed Bao last night probably came from a sick animal.

Chicken isn't much better. We feed chickens corn, but we also feed them the ground up bits of beef cattle. Sick animals, again. And apparently, I've been wasting my money on organic beef, and chicken. Organic doesn't mean free grazing. It just means, no hormones.

So I am a corn-fed person with a corn-fed dog, even though my dog is a carnivore. Not nearly as healthy and as wholesome as I thought.