“There is: bacon ice cream; bacon-infused vodka; deep-fried bacon; chocolate-dipped bacon; bacon-wrapped hot dogs filled with cheese; brioche bread pudding smothered in bacon sauce; hard-boiled eggs coated in mayonnaise encased in bacon called, appropriately, the ‘heart attack snack’; bacon salt; bacon doughnuts, cupcakes and cookies; bacon mints; ‘baconnaise’, which Jon Stewart described as ‘for people who want to get heart disease but are too lazy to actually make bacon’; Wendy’s ‘Baconnator’ six strips of bacon mounded atop a half-pound cheeseburger which sold 25 million in its first eight weeks; and the outlandish ‘bacon explosion’ a barbecued meat brick composed of 2 pounds of bacon wrapped around 2 pounds of sausage.”
Arun Gupta, The Indypendent
“How can you not eat bacon?” They wonder.
“You have to admit that it smells good, even if you won’t eat it right?”
No I’m afraid your burning pig flesh does not smell good to me. In fact it makes me sad and sick.
From the full roast pig sitting on a picnic table in Maine, with his skin broiled and mouth agape, to the large dead boar lying in the back of a truck in Hawaii, his killer “squealing” and grinning at me as they pass.
it all makes me sad.
I think this is part of the reason I wanted to scratch a pig’s belly. Eating their bodies had become such a joke, and I wasn’t laughing. I wanted to respect and care for them just for being, to know what they sounded like when they were alive and capable of being happy, as opposed to dead and packaged as “happy.” I suppose now that I think of it though, I never needed to befriend a pig to care.
All it took was stopping long enough to ask myself if it was right. Was it right to use them like “products,” to laugh when someone offered me “bacon mints” or stuck a plate of baby back ribs in my face? Just say it slowly enough: baby—back—ribs. It is not even hidden behind industry jargon like “pork” or “sausage” is.
There are many more things left to do on my bucket list. But most of all, I want to see a world where there is liberation for all: From slavery, oppression, murder, war, violence and hunger. A world where there is liberation for all regardless of ethnicity, gender or species. I know it’s a tall order, but one life choice, one belly rub at a time I’m checking things off my list.