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Did you know that people who write about food for a living tend to be fatties? It's true! Except for the
Times' dreamy James Bond of gastronomy,
Frank Bruni. The point is that some food critics have realized that scarfing down daily heapings of pork bellies and passing it off as a professional expense is no guarantee they won't keel over from a heart attack, and
is a guarantee they will have a hard time seeing their own genitals. Even pork-loving wild man Mario Batali is threatening to start exercising! By chasing a greased sow in his Crocs, perhaps. But even while some of the wiser gluttons are easing back,
says the Times, their stupider brethren—embodied by one man—just can't stop with the sausage:
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