In the first century A.D., the satirist Juvenal stood in the rubble of the Roman republic and lamented, "The people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else now meddles no more and longs eagerly for just two things--bread and circuses." Well, what's so bad about that? We're pretty high on the circus situation (love those tiny horses!), and the bread front's looking good too: The land of Wonder is overflowing with focaccias and ciabattas and olive loaves. The home of American cheese now regularly yields up Parmigiano-Reggiano, not to mention cow and buffalo mozzarella. Our flour is hand-milled. Our pork is pedigreed. And we can finally indulge our taste for Kopi Luwak coffee and argan oil (each derived from something that has passed through an animal--an Indonesian civet and a Moroccan goat, respectively). In other words, it doesn't get any better than this. So enough whining about the state of the union. Grab a bag of blue heirloom potato chips, pour yourself a Trappist ale, and let's take a look at our biggest, most inventive industry: the business of staying fat and happy.
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