Maybe it’s just a trait of my generation, but I constantly find myself eating things in bar form. Breakfast bars.  Snack bars.  Bars to save time.  Bars to burn calories. Walk your dog, do long division, do yoga and eat a bar – all at the same time!  Bars that taste like brownies.  Bars that taste like fruit.  Bars that taste a bit like sidewalk – but promise to give you rock hard abs (neglecting to disclose, of course, that they achieve this effect by becoming a rock physically lodged in your abdomen). I’m eating one right now. It promises me that it will make me happy and thin.  It…