Over a quarter of a million innocent pigs? That’s some really scary stuff.
I love the smell of bacon … the sound of sizzling bacon … the crunchy, crispy bits of bacon and the chewy fatty pieces.
And don’t y’all get me started on honey-baked ham.
I’m sorry. I’m practically swooning here.
My friend, C., is an Arab Muslim. When we go out to dinner, she has to be very conscious of asking if something as simple as a stuffed mushroom is made with any pork. She tells me, according to Islam if she knowingly eats, as she lovingly refers to our friend, ‘swine’, that it is an unforgivable sin.
My oh my, that’s pretty darn harsh.
I told her she needs to come to the dark side of Christianity. We are instructed to eat fish during Lent. Imagine a religion that actually encourages you to consume McDonald’s filet o’fish on Fridays? I am 100% unequivocally buying into any religion that supports my bad habits.
But back to the poor pigs. I wonder what destroying them is going to do to the price and availability of bacon?
I’m just sayin’ …