play, then why even bother? Well, for me it’s those little things that make life worth getting out of bed for in the morning. Beer. Videogames. Barbecue Ribs. Essential life items. So, as we venture into the seas of mid-life on this drunken ship called the Idiot Ballroom, let’s celebrate those Essential Life Items.Today let’s discuss bacon.
There was a fleeting moment in college when I experimented with every carnivore’s nightmare: the dreaded lifestyle that is vegetarianism. I had seen this crazy documentary on the different ways food is manufactured and it messed me up in the head to see where we Americans get our meat. Life was so magically delicious before that documentary. Cuts of steak or breasts of chicken just appeared in the meat department section of my local grocery store. I devoured what my grubby little human paws could get a hold of, never really questioning where the meat truly came from. I mean, I knew I was eating cow or pig or chicken. But point A (animal) to Point B (my mouth) was just a direct line, with no story in the middle. Then that documentary and the gap between point A and point B was filled with horrible images of meat processing. I ventured to the dark side and gave up meat.
What brought me back to the land of meat, you ask? Bacon. That salty, cured meat sent from Heaven. Bacon was the intervention that saved me from vegetarianism. One morning in the school cafeteria I smelled that distinct aroma and my horrific imagery of where meat comes from disappeared in the blink of an eye. There is nothing like hearing the sizzling of that magical meat and smelling the aroma fill your home at breakfast time. It’s like a mini-Christmas moment only with food.
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