Tableau Vivante

…and the obvious rejoinder is, who doesn’t?  A lot of folk actually.  Especially the vegetarians and vegans among my readership.  Though maybe at a point in their distant, meat eating pasts, they too might recall their instant salivary reaction to the mere scent of fresh bacon, snapping away on a hot pan.  Or maybe not.  I’ll let you mull it over.  Bacon has an interesting place in our society right now.  It’s band-aids. We imagine it as perfume. It’s a bra.  It’s art. It’s of the month.

I think, for me, it’s summed up best in today’s xkcd comic.

The bacon of choice for me is Taylor’s Amish-style thick cut.  I’ve since avoided buying it unless I know for sure I have a recipe for it and will not just eat it straight from the pan.  Sure, I adore veggies.  I eat them with abandon.  I love them.  I take pretty pictures of them.  But when I started cooking on my own?  Oh yes, there was bacon.  And it was good.  I won’t wear it as a perfume.  But it sure is good eatin’.