It's just something about those smoked slices of pig belly that makes my insides do cartwheels. For that first person that looked at a pig slopping around in mud and it's own dung and decided..... hmmmm we should eat that - much love to ya.
You're probably wondering what I'm smoking, to devote my energy on blogging about bacon. Well, I didn't eat pork growing up. My parents decided they wanted to be Muslims. Not the Osama kind but the Malcolm X kind. Somehow I knew early on that any religion where I couldn't eat pork or date white women wasn't the life for me.
Every time I research a new diet, I look to see if bacon is one of the allowable foods. If it's not, I naturally assume the person that created the diet is an idiot and I move on. Dr. Atkins was a man after my own cholesterol filled heart. The Atkins diet is a mans diet, full of bacon. I could eat a trough of bacon and as long as I didn't eat a piece of bread with it I would be within diet regulations.
My saddest bacon moment is when I visit one of my favorite Chinese buffets and I see the old fake crab meat or chicken from buffets past. But, because it's wrapped in bacon I give it a pass and I scoff as much down as I can, knowing that I'll see it later.
Bacon can bring any dish to life. What would a tomato and lettuce sandwich be without bacon? The only thing not improved by Bacon is acting. Sorry Kevin.
