So you probably notice that today’s picture does not depict any form of bacon. I did find a blogged bacon pic in the image search results for these words but in the end decided to go with these gorgeous berries, which one writer recommends you rinse in vinegar to ward off any mold. What the word mold brings to mind is not food, but walls. I find myself remembering after hurricane Katrina flooded New Orleans, seeing many, many pictures of walls covered with festering mold. Disgusting, yet oddly beautiful at the same time.
It is strange to me to be considering something as disgusting as mold and as ordinary as flatulence in the same post with my much beloved bacon. (For the record I don’t usually find flatulence particularly troubling, unless there is a strong odor. Frankly, farting just isn’t in the same league with the evil of mold to me. Though come to think of it, mold is essential to the cheese-making process. So mold, in and of itself isn’t necessarily a bad thing.)
It is not easy to wax lyrical about the many wonders of bacon– from straight out next to a couple of scrambled eggs or tucked into a delicious BLT sandwich or as one of the most useful additional ingredients any dish from beans to stew ever encountered, knowing full well that we haven’t any bacon in the house and chances are I won’t be able to buy any for at least a couple of weeks. While some food prices seem to have come down a bit, bacon seems to be more and more expensive lately. Which is unfortunate, since bacon really is such a tasty and versatile food. Honestly, I’ve even had vegetarian friends say nice things about bacon on Facebook, where any mention of bacon is certain to garner lots and lots of likes. And if any of you would like to fax me a bacon sandwich, I would certainly be grateful.
And finally today my sincerest thanks to Allen Wagner, who suggested today’s words.