Bacon donuts. Bacon and egg burgers. Bacon cooked in a machine gun. Have we left anything out that might make your breakfast extra-super-bacony? Of course: bacon-flavored coffee! Thanks to the syrup sprites at Torani, this frontier has at last been breached, and bacon lattes are just a stirrer away.
Sometimes, when I feel that life is passing me by and nothing seems to be breaking my way, I liberate a pound of bacon from my refrigerator and fry it up. No, I’m not creative enough to spend my days thinking up things to use bacon as a way to make the good even better. Still, my apart smells like bacon for two or three days and I get to revel in the crispy, salty taste of nature’s perfect meat. Even better, it doesn’t have the possible side effects of an anti-depressant, and his has almost the same effect…albeit much shorter-lived.
You can buy bacon-flavored mayonnaise, bacon bras, bacon bikinis, bacon-flavored beer, Maoist propaganda wrapped in bacon, and, my personal favorite example of the bacon-related arts, the bacon-cheese weave. How magical and culturally significant is bacon? So much so that convicted killers awaiting execution consume bacon for their last meal.
I do have to admit, though, that bacon-flavored syrup in my latte just might take some getting used to….
Come to think of it, this just might be a good bacon day….
