Sunday, September 29, 2013
There has been a war going on for years in my house. It has been a war with bacon. My husband loves real pork bacon. As in favorite-food-eat-it-every-mor
d-night-gotta-have-it loves bacon. Heck, I love bacon too - who doesn't?
Here is the sequence of a basic bacon battle:
Honey wants bacon for breakfast every morning. I love Honey and want to make him happy, so I buy bacon. Every Saturday I fry up a couple of pounds of bacon to have on hand for breakfast, but can't keep my hands from sneaking piece after piece while I'm cooking it, so I am sabotaging my diet while making Honey happy. I begin to resent bacon, so I decide I'm not buying it anymore and Honey droops because he misses bacon. I relent and buy bacon. Repeat endlessly for years.
(Please don't lecture me about moderation. I am a recovering binge eater. Moderation is not on my radar. I wish it were, and I'm working on locating my long lost sense of it, but it is well hidden. Also, Honey is skinny and in great health despite years of eating bacon; therefore he has a right to eat all the bacon he wants, even if it is unfair to the rest of the world.)
Now, I can't exactly say that I have been unaware of a little miracle called Turkey Bacon, but it never occurred to me to buy it. The other day it just kinda jumped into my grocery cart and announced that it is the answer to my bacon prayers. And it has been!
Honey won't touch turkey bacon with a 10 foot pole, cause he says he ain't never seen a turkey look like that! True. But what turkey bacon does is satisfy my bacon craving (and for 25 calories a slice instead of the 40 of pork bacon!) so I can cook Honey's pork bacon and keep my hands out of it because I'm cooking my turkey bacon right along side it. Honey eats real bacon, I eat turkey bacon, and the bacon war that began in 1990 is over!
The bonus is that although I like turkey bacon well enough to be able to always choose it over real bacon, it has not been a binge trigger like pork bacon was. I have come to a truce with bacon!