It happens all the time. Some college kid gets the bright idea that he’ll skip the middle man and start producing the stuff on his own, in his home. Oh sure, first he makes just enough for his own use. But before long, he’s inviting friends over to share it with him. And soon enough, the cash allure overwhelms him, and he starts selling the stuff. First to neighbors. Then to locals. Next thing you know, he’s peddling the stuff all over town. That, inevitably, is when the cops come in, and shut the whole operation down.

There are a thousand stories just like this one. All of them sad.

I’m talking, of course, about illegal bathtub cheese.

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