Living on the edge

Every year some primitive genes are switched on in men, making them stand in front of barbecues. There, they're turning a pig's neck partly into coal. Apparently, this leads to the formation of harmful heterocyclic compounds. Etc.
I'm not a big sinner when it comes to food.Taking the weather into the equation where I live, the few occasions I let myself go doesn't really matter I think. And try to avoid sad pigs.

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