My Constant Moral Struggle (Involving Pigs, Bacon and Pork)Written by Lillian Tram on October 22nd, 2011
So I have a deep, dark secret to reveal…I love pork.
I was against eating pork for many years, not because of any religious belief, but because of guilt. On the one hand, pigs are cute, cuddly, and smart. On the other hand…have you smelled freshly cooked bacon in the morning? Exactly. You know what I’m talking about. When I was growing up, that delicious aroma of bacon would fill the house many mornings, but I managed to avoid temptation by eating other foods like omelets, cereal, croissants, fruits, muffins, or cookies (I do have a sweet tooth…guilty pleasures). It was quite the paradox. I love pigs so much, but bacon smelled so delicious, and that made me feel wrong. I can say proudly that I didn’t eat pork for twenty-something years (you didn’t think I was actually going to give away my age, did you?)
One random morning, I decided that I had to try a slice of bacon. No harm done, right?? I was wrong…ever since, I have been eating crispy, scrumptious bacon constantly. I love the flavor, the aroma, that wonderful crunch, and just that perfect amount of salt. I dream, savor, and love bacon. From there, I began to enjoy other pork dishes such as pork tenderloin, pork chops, barbeque, ham, and on and on. Perhaps it is a paradox. In the end, though, you could say that I love all things pig.