No, I’m not talking about the stimulus, or spendulus, or porkulus or whatever you want to call the omnibus earmark bill that will impoverish my offspring for generations to come. I’m talking about the meat.
I was at the office the other day. At lunch I went down to the cafeteria to nosh on the fine food stylings of the Sodexho crew.
I ended up at the grill as I usually do chatting with my favorite cuñado. I ordered a cheeseburger and he asked me what sounded like a simple question….”Bacon señor?”
I thought for a moment. Bacon? Why hell yes! I’ll take some bacon. He nodded and started adding a couple of crisp sweet slices of heaven’s own meat to my burger. But I was still contemplating the deeper meaning of his question, Bacon señor?
What did he really mean? Was he simply asking in the culinary sense or was this a call to arms? A challenge for all who love bacon to take a stand. Show our true bacon striped colors? Tell the world that hell yes, damn the consequences and what everyone else thinks I’ll have some bacon?
I decided he was probably just asking about the burger since his next question was “fries?” My answer was the same as always, “curly por favor” but having gone through the mental cogitation decided I would make my stand for bacon.
And so dear readers, here is my question, my challenge, my call to arms (and shanks):