#TBT: I’m sure there’s a song about it…




Turns out there’s more than one. Just Google Bacon Song and click on over to YouTube. Here’s one of them.

And Throwback Thursday rolls around once a week just like clockwork.

We’re throwing back to October 2010 where I was thinking out loud about bacon and the men who love it.

Because men do love it. Love it enough to sing about it.

Let’s throw.

What’s up with bacon?…

I’m nesting.

Autumn. It’s my favorite season, so I’m nesting.

I love the colors, the textures, the temperatures of autumn; the crisp air and clear blue skies. Rain lashing at the windows like it’s doing right now.

I love the rituals of autumn. Two for me are fat candles and toasty fires.

I love the clothes of autumn — jeans and hoodies, sweaters and pencil skirts, socks and boots. Boots, boots, boots. Soft leather boots with stacked heels. Tall boots, short boots. Boots with tread, baby! I love them all.

When summer rolls around, no doubt I’ll be singing its praises with wild abandon — along about February most likely — but right now, I’m stumping for autumn.

At this point, you’re probably wondering where I’m going with this. I’m wondering that too. Where’s the bacon?

Right here.

Food. I love the food of autumn — crisp, juicy apples, squash and pumpkins, soups and stews chock-full with root vegetables, roasted meats and fowl.

So, I’m nesting. And cooking. And causing G-Man to swoon. Yes, swoon. He hits the door at the end of the day, and he’s groaning. Today he said, “My God, what is that smell?”

I gave my hair a little twirl. “Pumpkin.”

He dropped his briefcase and said, “I love coming home.” Sniff.  “To all these good baking smells.”

I polished my angel-baking halo a bit and then heard…

“And the fireplace smells like BACON!”

What’s up with men and bacon? It’s like the Goodyear Triple Tred of food. There are whole websites dedicated to bacon, and the men who love it. Women too.

I was chatting on Skpe with my sister about this later in the day. We were exchanging the sum total of our bacon insight, which wasn’t much.

Finally, I said, “I’m just wondering. If we were on board a ship and I and a side of bacon fell overboard at the same time, which would he save?”

I waited for the little, yellow No. 2 pencil on Skype to finish scribbling.

I waited for that piece of sisterly wisdom to come flying across the intertoobs.

And then it came…

“Better get a life jacket, honey!!!!”

I googled blogs for bacon lovers. 793,000 results came up. My two faves so far — Bacon Unwrapped and Mr. Baconpants.

Are you a bacon lover? What’s the most adventurous bacon-eating you’ve done? Deep-fried bacon? Chocolate-covered bacon?

My bacon of choice these days, when I’m indulging, is a Smoked Wiltshire Bacon Rasher.

(October 2010)


Truth? Yes, I love bacon too.

The end.

And that’s how we’re rolling this Throwback Thursday.



6 thoughts on “#TBT: I’m sure there’s a song about it…

  1. Uuumh, I agree with the life jacket. I can’t eat bacon, at least real bacon. Doc’s orders years ago. So, I take a pill, instead, to keep my cholesterol in Che k. They should make bacon flavored pills. Do they? But the mention of life jackets made me think of their other name, ‘Mae West’s’. And that’s a nice thought because Mae West was…well, we know what she was…busty. And maybe it kept her afloat. Besides, thinking of Mae West takes my mind off bacon. Have a great day!

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