When the boys were sick last week, I let them watch Babe (the only kid movie we own, which was a complete bargain at $1.99 from Goodwill, and which I could watch a million times and I’ll still cry at the end). About halfway through, Henry came running to find me. “I’m hungry!” he said. “Sure!” I said, and listed the various food options he could have. “No, I don’t want any of that,” he said. I asked what he did want. Then he asked: “Do we have any pork or bacon?” I pretty much shrieked, “What made you want THAT?” and he of course said, “The movie!”
No, I told him. We don’t have any pork or bacon. I’m pretty sure it was just all the bacon talk in the movie, and he wasn’t making the connection that Babe=bacon. I hope. As a former vegetarian who still leans mightily in that direction, I’d be fairly distressed if my five-year-old thinks, “Yeah, I know the hero of the movie is where bacon comes from, but darn it, bacon is good.“
But bacon is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good.
yesterday, made the creamy shrimp with corn and bacon from Real Simple last month (the one with the lemon on the cover). Oh my. Scott ate so much he felt sick. and then we made brownies, cuz, what the hell. but not your awesome brownies. which was good, because we would have eaten too many of those too. bacon broke down any barriers of self-control we had. mmm. bacon.
Bacon is too good which is why I try not to buy it. It comes into the house and suddenly I’m covered in bacon grease and the bacon is gone and I can’t remember what happened. But every time we go grocery shopping I always end up saying something like, “Ok, now we just need to go to the baking aisle…” and the boys say, “Hurray! The bacon aisle!”
yyyeeaaaahhhh…Vegetarian=fail.