We wrap it around fruit and veggies. We adorn burgers with it. We eat it as a side dish – or a main dish.
It’s the so-called candy of meat.
Bacon is the craze.
In the last week, I’ve come across several bacony things.
First, I stumbled across bacon roses on Facebook.
These are real, edible bacon roses. Here are step-by-step directions for making said roses, if you so desire (Valentine’s Day is just around the corner).
Then, I saw this picture on Twitter.
Bacon wrapped hotdogs. In case you can’t prepare your own bacon wrapped hotdogs, they now come prepared and packaged.
Then, while checking my email, I saw a story about bacon milkshakes.
Jack in the Box has created a bacon shake. No real bacon is used, though. Just bacon flavored syrup.
And, finally, I heard about OMSI After Dark’s Bridgetown Baconfest. OMSI-goers will discuss bridges and eat bacon.
All of this leaves me with one question: What’s with the bacon fascination?
I must admit, I don’t eat bacon. I don’t eat any pork, or beef, for that matter.
But even before I stopped eating most meat when I was 12 years old, I wasn’t a bacon-crazed kid.
A Google search for “bacon” yielded these ridiculous bacon inventions.
Bacon gumballs for those who were “told as a kid not to blow bubbles with your breakfast meat.”
Bacon soap because why wouldn’t you want to smell like bacon all day long?
The list goes on and on.
I will probably be forever perplexed by the bacon fascination.
But I would like to point out one thing: The same week I was being bombarded by bacon merchandise, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention issued its latest report.
The focus: Nine in 10 U.S. adults eat too much sodium every day.