Bacon you get at Denny’s or other generic places is pretty meh, in my opinion; I can take it or leave it.
But at home we buy Applegate Farms Sunday Morning Bacon, and it’s remarkably good. Plus it’s humanely raised, and unlike FGIE, I’m interested in that. I encourage other bacon-lovers to check them out. I’m sure there are other brands out there that are better, especially little boutique pigfarms that cater to foodies, but Applegate is damn fine.
We good folks around here don’t cotton to you “types” in these here parts. I think its just best that you mossey on along before a trouble starts a brewing.
Bacon can be pretty horrible. Undercooked, too fatty? Yuck. But a properly assembled bacon sarnie with well cooked rashers, white sliced and plenty of HP, served with a mug of builder’s tea, is heaven.
Yes, I’ve done that, after reading that other people like it. I don’t enjoy it. I also don’t like chocolate covered potato chips, although I like chocolate and I like potato chips. I don’t like salted nuts or peanuts on my ice cream. Generally, I don’t like a mix of savory and sweet tastes, no matter how much I might like the tastes separately, that’s all there is to it.
I don’t like bacon. I used to like the smell, I think because it had positive associations from childhood. But as I’ve gotten older, the smell has been more associated with the taste, and now I don’t like that, either.
I do like a BLT, oddly enough. It’s my favorite sandwich. I think because it doesn’t taste like bacon, but like BLT together, it doesn’t register with my taste receptors as bacon.
So, yeah, all the “OMG Bacon!” stuff just leaves me cold. More for the rest of you, right?
Lust4Life - My mother flat out refuses to believe me. She asks if I want one or two slices of bacon. I tell her I don’t want any. She puts one slice on my plate. I give it to my dad. She sees my lack of bacon and gives me another slice. I give it to my dad. We do this until she finally notices that my dad is eating my bacon. I explain that I don’t like bacon. She gets offended and announces that there is something wrong with me. It’s clear that I am only refusing the bacon to be difficult, because I am a perverse, ungrateful child. This has been going on for decades, and will probably never change.
Last night I was flipping through an issue of Details magazine*. In it Ben Leventhal had written, “The only bad thing about the fattiest pork product is the cult of assholes who’ve made it their god.” and of course I thought of this thread.
I enjoy bacon, and cook with it other than as a breakfast side dish occasionally. My sister even prior to choosing vegetarianism didn’t like it. The smell, the texture, the saltiness, it all made her slightly queasy. Sorry RetroVertigo, she’d not a Doper so you still may be the only one here.
My son (who is just 11) enjoys bacon overly. Because of the current fadishness there is no shortage of bacon themed gifts and my mom indulges in those too much for my taste. She’s given him bacon bandaids and bacon scented pens and who knows what else. I’ll be haooy wen we move on to the next thing. maybe garlic? I’d like a garlic hat and a garlic birthday party.
*Yeah, I know it’s not for me. I was waiting at the library for my son to finish his volunteer shift and had already accumulated all the books I could carry. Jason Bateman was on the cover. sigh
This makes me giggle. I can picture the silent dance of the bacon from her spatula, to your plate, to dad’s mouth.
That said, bacon and all things pork are the devil. Yuck. As we say in my house, “It’s dutty swine!” (my husband says this through a mouthfull of porkchop.
Priest Tell me, Rabbi, have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a Priest?
Rabbi I have. I have wondered what it would be like to live a life so dedicated to others that I cannot even take a wife, to hear the confessions of my flock, and to eat bacon. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a Rabbi?
Priest I have, at times, wondered what it would be like to take a wife and engage in sexual congress.
Rabbi I have to tell you, I’m pretty sure it’s better than bacon.