As I look back on the relationship I have had with bacon in my life, I have noticed that my outlook on the amazing meat treat has changed a few times.
When I was young, around the age of 5 or 6, I loved bacon. Until I found out it came from pigs. At the time pigs were my favorite animal. The thought of one being killed and slaughtered just so I could enjoy my breakfast seemed wrong. I declared to my entire family that I would no longer eat any meat that came from a pig.
I told my dad that it wasnâ€™t fair for a cute little piggy to lose its life and I would no longer support such a barbaric practice. The next morning my whole family gathered around the picnic table for breakfast (we were camping). My dad flopped two large pancakes on my plate. As I smother them with butter and syrup a plate of bacon stacked high was placed in the center of the table, directly in front of me. It looked so good grabbed a hand full and put it on my plate.
My dad sat down and noticed that after a whole day protesting for pig rights I was now about to consume fried pork belly. My dad said, â€œI thought you werenâ€™t going to eat pig anymore.â€ To that I responded with, â€œF the pigs, bacons to damn good.â€ As I slammed strip after strip into my chubby face I decided there and then to change my favorite animal to something we donâ€™t eat, the three toed sloth.
After that small waiver in my bacon faith I felt like I had to reprove myself to the bacon gods. I ate bacon at every opportunity for the next 20 years. It didnâ€™t matter if it was good or not, as long as it was bacon. I would eat cheap fatty bacon, microwave bacon, fast food bacon, it didnâ€™t matter.
For that reason when Jason started Mrbaconpants.com I thought it was a great idea to devote a site to something so beautiful. Then when he asked me to come aboard as a writer and co-host â€œBacon Liveâ€ I was pumped. I started having dreams of being trapped in a room filled with bacon that I would have to eat my way out of, only to be greeted by Cameron Diaz at the exit holding yet another plate of bacon.
I thought my knowledge of bacon was pretty good. I soon found out I was very mistaken. There are so many different styles of bacon and bacon products my head was left spinning. Then I realized that, just like me, many bacon lovers around the world had never known anything but subpar store brand bacon.
As my eyes were opened to exactly what bacon could be, I began to look down on the lesser bacon. Before, whenever I saw the word bacon on a menu I would immediately order the item and consume it like a starving animal. But now I am more hesitant to order such items like Wendyâ€™s Baconnator or the Arbyâ€™s Bacon Roastburger. I have even found myself, when given the choice between a bacon or sausage breakfast sandwich going with the sausage because the bacon just isnâ€™t good enough.
If it is true that I have indeed become a bacon snob, I think itâ€™s a good thing. If everyone started being as demanding as me when it comes to the quality of their bacon, there would be no market for the bad stuff. Companies would be forced to give the bacon loving people of the world what they really need, and thatâ€™s high quality amazing bacon. So I will say it loud: I am a bacon snob and Iâ€™m proud!
By Sean Brett