I gotta say, the idea of salted fatty pig flesh fried up greasy in a pan doesn't do it for me. I'm not a vegetarian, either.
I do enjoy the taste every now and then in small doses, but generally it's a huge turnoff. And the more people obsess over it, the more it repulses me.
After seeing "Food Inc" Im pretty much done with bacon. Eveytime I see it I just think of sweet live pigs crammed into a trash compactor. Smithfield is the devil and I'm glad Paula Deen got hit with a ham. Poetic justice.
I remember when I lived on 6th Ave and 14th street my bedroom window faced Burger Kings roof. The smell of cooking fries was delicious for the first 3 hours I lived there. After that it became nauseating! I learned to be able to tell when Burger King changed their oil. It wasn't very often, let me tell you! Likewise when I live directly across from Sevilla restaraunt in the West Village. The smell of paella quickly became a thing of dread.
The excess smell of anything can be nauseating after awhile. I had to skip out on a tour of the M&M plant when my dad worked for the company because the chocolate & peanut smell made me sick. I even hated it when we drove into that area and you could smell it.
I worked at a dinner theater in Wisconsin. Our two neighbors were a factory that made onion rings and a sausage plant. Some days you'd come to work and people would be standing outside gulping down the smell of those onion rings. Then the wind would change direction to a breeze off the hog pens and people would start throwing up.
The other annoying thing is that food smells actually rouse people from sleep.
Many years ago I lived over a restaurant and I would wake in the morning to all those wonderful smells of breakfast cooking.
Sadly none of them were for me. It would also really annoy me when I wanted to sleep in and couldn't because the smells were overstimulating my senses.
This new bacon push is really interesting. Not that I mind because I just love pork products in general. I prefer sausage to bacon, actually. Bob Evans and Jimmy Dean are like family to me.
I've been to the East Village IHOP after a night of drinking (as the article says, there's nothing better when you're drunk than pancakes), and I didn't smell any bacon inside or outside, and I'm pretty adverse to the smell. Maybe it was the alcohol, though... I'll have to return for my Lorax pancakes... Nomnomnom.
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Posted: 4/4/12 at 12:42am