Bacon has enjoyed a resurgence in popularity in recent years. No longer relegated to the breakfast plate, it has reinvented itself as an intricate part of lunch and dinner menus and even made its way into some deserts. For a while, bacon was everywhere. The bacon people started making chocolate-covered bacon, bacon ice cream, bacon jam, bacon vodka, bacon massage oil, and bacon mouthwash – just to name a few! You can even put your money in a bacon wallet and hold your pants up with a bacon belt.
To us average joes who just want a slice or two with their eggs and occasionally on a burger, this run on bacon created quite a problem. The price of bacon skyrocketed.
Pork Bellies are up!
Of course, every dog has its day… or pig, in this case. It seems that the public’s fascination with bacon has waned some and prices have returned to normal. But the trend – I’m fascinated with trends like that. I mean, when has a basic food that has been around since the dawn of time become a cultural phenomenon? And why bacon in the first place? Why not sausage or liver? And what’s next? I have a mental picture of two truckers hitting the truck stop for Lima Bean Beer and Lima Beer Nuts. You heard it here first.
What took the sizzle out of the bacon craze?
Maybe someone saw the hidden underbelly of bacon.
We recently saw that underbelly at our house. Or rather, we smelled it. You know what it is – it’s the grease produced in making the bacon. Yuck! It just oozes out because the best bacon doesn’t come from the leanest pigs. No, to make it tasty there has to be fat. Seeing the amount of fat produced in cooking bacon and knowing that you didn’t get all of it off no matter how many times you dabbed it with a paper towel is a little stomach-turning. I love bacon like the next guy, but man that’s a lot of fat.
Has this ever happened to you? You cook bacon and see all the fat. Then you pour it off into a jar and marvel at what you’ve just consumed. You let it cool and maybe you collect drippings over a period of time in the same jar so you don’t have to keep saving other jars. And that jar might be stored under the sink next to the garbage with the lid on tightly so that it won’t spill. Except some nameless grease-collector forgets to tighten the lid and the jar spills, emptying the smelliest, nastiest substance all over the bottom of your cabinet where seeps into the wood and plots its evil revenge.
Bacon’s Last Stand!
Yes, we fought the bacon, and the bacon won. It nearly drove us from our home. No amount of scrubbing or chemicals would remove its stench…
We considered selling the house, but no potential buyer would stay ten seconds at an open house with that odor. No, we were stuck to dwell in the temple of our shame. Only time and remorse brought our house back to livability along with our new motto:
Less bacon, more jars.
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