As you may have noticed, I’ve gone vegetarian for the most part. I still eat fish but the overwhelming majority of the time… no meat. I do this not because animals have faces.. or because I feel a deep, moral dilemma. It’s strictly because I feel a ton better when I don’t indulge in meat. My digestion is happier. I am happier because of this. Do I miss steak? Yes. Do I miss pork chops? Yes. Do I miss bacon? EVERY. FREAKING. DAY.
Furthermore, since I’ve come back to blogging about vegetarian or fish dishes.. it doesn’t have the same ZING. I don’t have the same feelings about food that I used to have. I don’t enjoy putzing in the kitchen as much. Eating has become about health and necessity more than enjoyment. That is depressing.
I was having a conversation about this with a writer friend of mine, and he suggested that I write about what I miss. While I think it’s both cathartic and masochistic at the same time.. I decided it was a good idea.
So bacon, this next one’s for you… *winky face*
Bacon,
I remember the first time we ever met. I was a young girl, standing next to my mother in the kitchen as she cooked Sunday breakfast. She slid something down to me and said, ‘Try this.’.. That’s when I knew bacon, that it would be you and me forever.
Over the years I’ve tried to broaden my horizons.. to know as much about you as I possibly can. I’ve had canadian bacon, cured bacon, smoked bacon, pancetta, thick cut bacon, bacon in a dessert..
Nothing really topped the times that I made you from scratch in my kitchen, seasoned and cured in brown sugar and maple syrup, just how I like. Your super thick cut slabs, fried until brown and crispy.. (but not too crispy because then you’re dry and crumbly and that is no bueno. I treat you better than that, baby).
Though I deeply love you, I’m sure you’ve noticed that I don’t come around lately. I don’t want you to take this personally, because.. it really is me, and not you..but our relationship has become somewhat discordant. I feel like we should part ways for a little bit, while I have a deep love and respect for you.
Maybe in time, we can learn live harmoniously again. I hope.. I wish.
*wistful sigh*
Goodbye, old friend.
On a more serious note, I need to do some brain storming about how to make my happy kitchen time happy again. More on this soon.
The Confluent Kitchen 
It’s hard for me to part with bacon.
I know, right?!
I hope you find your passion again, with or without bacon, hopefully with (within your boundaries).
Thanks. I am hoping so too. It’s been a rough transition but I will find my stride. 🙂
All Hail Bacon! Now, bow.
Yep. *sigh* Bacon…
I know what you are going through mate… I have never been a vegetarian, but when growing up my brother and my dad’s girlfriend were, plus my dad would join them. Well that meant no meat at almost every meal at home. Once a week I couldn’t stand it anymore and rush to the supermarket to buy all the bacon, pork chops and whatever seemed good and meaty (same as shopping when you’re hungry) and brought it home haha…
So hang in there! 🙂
Thanks. Ultimately, I know it ends up being better for me, so most of the time I am OK but yesterday especially I was day dreaming of bacon. 😀
I imagine it’s even tougher when you have it kind of imposed on you. At least you were able to raid the grocery store. That probably made it easier.
hahaha… It needed to be done! The same as after a week of abstinence from drinking you feel the immediate urge to drink the whole bar on a Friday night! 😉