Last week we weighed in on a New York Times rumination (subscription required) about the local foods movement spawned on north Shattuck. Cleveland food writer Michael Ruhlman read the Times piece and opened a big can of Yeah Right on his blog. Eat local may make sense in here in the land of endless spring, he sneers, but it doesn’t mean jack in frozen Ohio. Posted comments harsh even heavier on Berkeley, like this one from a reader in the Northeast: “I think a lot of chefs pay lip service to the idea because, like many logically impossible concepts (e.g. “compassionate conservatism,” “life after death”) it sells.” Can’t all you haters just live off the veggies you put up in jars over the summer?