Passionate About Pork

This morning, as I was walking through the Union Square Greenmarket, I spotted this sign. I'm sure you can guess what the farmer was marketing.

How nice would it be to get a love letter that was this fervent, this heartfelt? Seriously.

Although bacon is not among my favorite foods (which are defined solely by what I find myself reaching into the fridge for during a time of crisis), I do like it in small amounts. Especially when it is crispy crumbly over a spinach salad. I don't even eat it for breakfast, preferring something lighter, like the meal I made from samples of peaches and berries as I wandered through the market this morning.

By the way, the back of the board offers a possible clue as to how bacon uses its wiles to inspire such ardor in the first place.