Bacon has become a culinary crutch and it is inhibiting forward progress. Like sex, it will always sell, and as long as people are buying these mediocre gimmicks, no real innovation will occur.
For those of you following along at home, it should be pretty apparent by now that I will eat/drink anything for attention and/or love.
In the right salad, these additions will sing you a song, then throw down the mic and walk out.
Over the years, I have obtained bacon-flavored lip-gloss, bacon imprinted band-aids, bacon salt, bacon-flavored popcorn, a talking plush bacon, and bacon toothpaste. It was probably just inevitable that I'd eventually become a naked bacon buffet table.