Basic Pursuits

My grandfather was a small businessman. He lived in Greenville, SC for most of his adult life. That's where I knew him. He was tense, quick to anger. He attended church every Sunday and never touched a drop of alcohol.

He smoked cigars. Lots of them. He ate great heaps of fatty Southern cooking, as if storing up for another Civil War scale holocaust. Here's a typical breakfast that he gobbled up every morning:

Health Assist offers up 11 clues to the mystery of the French paradox. The paradox is that the French eat a lot more food containing saturated fat than Americans, but have a lower rate of premature heart disease than Americans. How do they do that?