Kastrup airport, wednesday 14th of september 2005. I’m on the first leg of what will be a 2½ week trip to South Africa and London, when I casually stroll into the danish specialty food store at the airport. I see 1 kg of stripped bacon rashers in a single pack, and wonder whether this is an omen to indicate the bacontarianess of this trip. London Heathrow, terminal 1, wednesday 14th of september 2005. I’m waiting for my Jo’burg flight, and head for the nearest pub to get a quick pint before catching my flight. At the bar, I look up to see the specials menu, and right in front of me, chalked in 30 cm high letters are the words “Bacon Patty £3.50″. I think hard, but perhaps uncharacteristically settle for the beer.
Roy’s Lodge, Pretoria, thursday september 15th 2005, breakfast. Bacon and eggs, a sure sign that the airport omens were indeed, just that. The coming 2½ weeks will prove to be the most bacontarian trip of my life. Every morning for the following 19 days (20 in total) I’ve had the pleasure of various forms of pork. Mostly bacon, with a bit of variety added by various fried hams and pork sausages .
Corner Café, London Field’s, Hackney, monday 3rd october 2005. The last day of the trip, I order ham & eggs with cheddar cheese as an alternative to the by now enourmous amounts of bacon i’ve had, and leaf through the menu to get a glimpse at the variety of bacon’s served at this fine, fair trade, organic, cruelty free café, and what does my eye spy:
French Toast with banana & bacon. Does life get any better than this?
you lucky bastard! travel AND bacon… pure bliss.
great blog!
from one bacon fanatic bacon partier to another:
BACON PARTIES!
everyone brings different bacon and chicks can bring vegetables or something (haha just kidding women love bacon too! and MEAT!) and then you all take turns frying up the bacon and eating different kinds of bacon: maple smoked, thick cut, extra fatt; all done up with variety like just-cooked and well done and mad crispy.
the aromas in the house, on your clothes, in your hair, in the hair of your date, your compadres, your butlers: all bacon.
a bacon infused party designed to enliven all the senses that are affected by that which is the most sacred (and versatile) of all of the prepared meats.
what’s better than a tall warm glass of bacon-mash (containing all of the aforementioned ways to cook bacon) like a bacon smoothie or bacon milkshake containing only bacon. o man.
meat = murder meat = delicious murder = delicious.