
This is the kind of thing I get in my email every day. Bacon lampshades. Bacon bras. Bacon Tiaras. I’m not complaining, mind you. Once a month, I put out a Grocery School Friday Five extolling the weirdness that is America’s freakish love affair with a disgusting fatty meat product. I think my friends get an extra kick out of seeing an observant Jew fake it by reusing the words, “crispy,” “salty,” and “delicious” in every description. I have so darn many bacon links I’m probably putting together a Bacon Advent Calendar. Well, as soon as I find out how…






