Dep't. Of Deceptive Headlines

For the bacon-obsessed,
a camp in Michigan has the cure

A pun (not laughing) rather than any fascist grease de-tox that we could go on about. Further perusal reveals hideous foodie-ism & celebrity chef crap. Fuck these people & the pigs they rode in on.

And let's amend that from "hideous foodie-ism" to straight-up foodie fascism. Anti-freedom (pro-thinking) forces are threatening your bacon.

"It's a thinking person's bacon camp," said Ari Weinzweig, co-founder of Ann Arbor's gourmet mecca Zingerman's, which hosted the event. "I want to get people off the 'I love bacon' thing: 'Give me any and give me more.' I want them to know the differences between them and how to use them."

Arrghh. We aren't getting past the first page. (Yes, that means a minimum of two pages of this were typed & printed.) But we didn't know how much the sex-averse had been fetishizing bacon.

The American food renaissance has inspired many to more carefully consider what they eat. But although the finer points of wine, cheese, chocolate and coffee have been embraced with gusto, lots of food lovers have a blind spot for bacon. More, it seems, is always better. The obsession over smoked and cured pork belly has led less often to smart discussions of technique and history and more to bacon eat-athons, bacon memoirs, bacon air fresheners and bacon salt (motto: "Everything should taste like bacon") that contains no bacon at all.

More bacon blogging latereventually. We have a project under contemplation. (We've obtained supplies, & are seriously thinking about doing something therew/. Timelines/deadlines being for lesser minds, it may be some time before anything concrete appears, here or in the G-I tract.)