So if you know me, it cannot surprise you that I feel compelled to make Bacon the topic of my second post on this blog. In fact, you may have been thrown off by the fact that it wasn't the subject of my first. Or that this blog isn't called "Bacon. Bacon. Bacon. " But for those of you who do not know me personally let me be clear on this point:
I. Love. Bacon.
Bacon love has become trendy over the past few years. There are bacon products that have nothing to do with eating- band-aids, air fresheners, tattoos, socks. Delicious Bacon dishes have been added to menus in restaurants of all kinds. The internet is awash with Bacon memes. And Bacon is being added to foods that have nothing to do with breakfast, lettuce or tomato.
And as fan of food, this pleases me. The easy access to all things Bacon has made my life easier and more enjoyable and I could not be happier that the world has come to truly embrace the Bacon miracle. But I also want to be clear that I have been a life long lover of Bacon. There is nothing trendy about my passion for this perfectly salty, fatty, chewy, flavorful meat. It has been on my list of top five "desert island foods"* for as long as I can remember. I love the stuff. There are currently over a dozen pounds of bacon in my freezer. Granted, I just got back from a shopping trip to Costco and we have bacon loving friends visiting us from out of town this weekend. But, as a family, we eat bacon at least once a week and it is not unusual for there to be several pounds in the freezer ready to be quick thawed as a last minute treat 0r to save me from the weekday meal planning blues. We are a Bacon loving family. We have Bacon loving friends. Bacon = Love. Just that simple.
When I was a kid we went out for breakfast often. Both my parents love breakfast and the ritual of going out to eat was something that was part of our family story. I'm not really a breakfast lover. I don't really enjoy eating early in the morning and generally I'd rather have a burger than an omelet and a plate of fries instead of hash browns. But I do love Bacon. My mom didn't love cooking Bacon at home so eating out in the morning was also a way for me to indulge. In elementary school, my best friend's mother knew this and one year she pulled my birthday present from out of the freezer- it was a pound of Bacon in wrapping paper and bows. These are the types of friends I have sought my whole life since. And I have been fortunate to find many kindred spirits. If you and your friends have never gotten together for an annual Baconfestapalooza gathering, I suggest you find new friends. I am certainly grateful for mine.
I. Love. Bacon.
Bacon love has become trendy over the past few years. There are bacon products that have nothing to do with eating- band-aids, air fresheners, tattoos, socks. Delicious Bacon dishes have been added to menus in restaurants of all kinds. The internet is awash with Bacon memes. And Bacon is being added to foods that have nothing to do with breakfast, lettuce or tomato.
And as fan of food, this pleases me. The easy access to all things Bacon has made my life easier and more enjoyable and I could not be happier that the world has come to truly embrace the Bacon miracle. But I also want to be clear that I have been a life long lover of Bacon. There is nothing trendy about my passion for this perfectly salty, fatty, chewy, flavorful meat. It has been on my list of top five "desert island foods"* for as long as I can remember. I love the stuff. There are currently over a dozen pounds of bacon in my freezer. Granted, I just got back from a shopping trip to Costco and we have bacon loving friends visiting us from out of town this weekend. But, as a family, we eat bacon at least once a week and it is not unusual for there to be several pounds in the freezer ready to be quick thawed as a last minute treat 0r to save me from the weekday meal planning blues. We are a Bacon loving family. We have Bacon loving friends. Bacon = Love. Just that simple.
When I was a kid we went out for breakfast often. Both my parents love breakfast and the ritual of going out to eat was something that was part of our family story. I'm not really a breakfast lover. I don't really enjoy eating early in the morning and generally I'd rather have a burger than an omelet and a plate of fries instead of hash browns. But I do love Bacon. My mom didn't love cooking Bacon at home so eating out in the morning was also a way for me to indulge. In elementary school, my best friend's mother knew this and one year she pulled my birthday present from out of the freezer- it was a pound of Bacon in wrapping paper and bows. These are the types of friends I have sought my whole life since. And I have been fortunate to find many kindred spirits. If you and your friends have never gotten together for an annual Baconfestapalooza gathering, I suggest you find new friends. I am certainly grateful for mine.
*note to self: "desert island foods" needs to be the topic of a future post on this blog