by Eric Paolini
Somehow we have become a nation obsessed with bacon. I noticed a handful of tweets in my timeline talking about something called the LA Bacon Festival. Our love of a breakfast side dish has turned into a full blown festival.
While bacon obsessed Southern Californians were enjoying their cured breakfast meat at the Peterson Car Museum, 8,000 equally obsessed Iowans were expected to attend a baconfest in Des Moines on the same day. There have also been baconfests in Chicago and Sacramento.
In Iowa, bacon flavored cupcakes and gelato were available as well as chocolate covered bacon. And because Los Angeles has to one up everybody VIP admission was available. What would being VIP at a baconfest get you? Apparently, cocktail tastings, advance admission, and perks to be named later.
On one hand I like how different types of conventions and festivals have been created. With the rise in popularity of events like Comic Con it allows like minded people to spend time with each other. However, I have to put my foot down on bacon festivals.
For whatever reason bacon has become as American as apple pie. Pretty soon the stripes on the flag will become bacon strips. Why is bacon so popular? There are tons of delicious sides that does not have everybody in a frenzy. Why don't people shout the merits of garlic bread? Or coleslaw?
This is the only possible answer I could come up with, the versatility. Bacon can be served next to eggs, pancakes or french toast. It can be put on top of a cheeseburger. And it can wrap shrimp. As tasty as good garlic bread can be it will never be served without a pasta dish.
Ultimately, my issue with bacon festivals isn't really about bacon at all. It is expected of people to shout the merits of bacon at all times. So people do so constantly and without hesitation. Much like Chuck Norris jokes were a constant go to a few years ago, the bacon love can be unbearable. Especially if that means being surrounded by thousands of people at a festival.
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