On a certain episode of “Iron Chef America” (Battle Asparagus), judge Jeffrey Steingarten said, “the only thing better than chocolate is bacon.”
That line has been quoted more than once in this household. While it’s always been uttered in a sense of jest, the truth of it is, we enjoy both here. Very much so. That said, I have, more than once, considered giving it up — bacon that is, not chocolate — along with any other meat. It’s usually about this time of year, at the beginning of Lent, when I plan out our meatless-Fridays meals, that I think, being vegetarian would be easy for me. I love my veggies and wouldn’t miss beef in my chili or chicken in my salad. But then, by Good Friday, the “you want what you can’t have” cravings kick in and I realize that I’m really just an idealistic omnivore, not a potential vegetarian (without even a chance at ever going vegan).
During both of my pregnancies, but especially my second, I had few “cravings,” but one that did occur a few times was for BLTs. My mouth’s watering for one as I think of it. And then there’s the “West Coast Gigi” that wouldn’t be the same without avocados, shrimp or, of course, bacon. It’s not like I eat the stuff daily, or even weekly, but when I want it, I’ve gotta have it.
That is, until I get the next mailing of address labels from the ASPCA telling me how the hog who was sacrificed for my sandwich was bred and raised in quarters too tight to ever turn around, or some other cruelty. Then I’ll admit to losing my appetite. For a little while, at least.
(I was going to take a tangent here, but I’ve decided it’s another post in and of itself.)
That said, I completely agree with and understand going vegetarian or vegan for the sake of animal rights. And while I know it can be done, even by a bacon-muncher such as myself if the willpower was strong enough, I’m selfish enough not to. Sad but true.
(I’ve got more to say, but it’s best I stop here tonight…)