Bacon Manifesto (with a side of Bacontinis)
I am part of the Bacon Revolution and in such I follow the Bacon Manifesto…
Instagram from akamamma (my photo, go ahead take it? Just don’t hotlink it)
Manifesto is the Copyright of Seth Zurer for BaconFest (reprinted here for all my bacon lovers Cabin Commentary in blue)
We all remember our first taste of bacon. Maybe it wasn’t perfect: maybe the bacon was cold; maybe there was congealed bacon grease clinging to the rasher. But we remember it, because it opened the door to a lifetime of bacon memories. It was that first crispy step on the path to a bacony life. It set the bar for every slab and slice and hunk of sweet cured pork that was to follow.
Baconfest Chicago is in the business of creating new bacon memories. To that end, we find it convenient to list our beliefs about bacon so that you may discern whether the bacon memories we offer are the ones you’ll want lodged in your head. (and Cabin Goddess follows many of these tenants… and more .. much more greasy yummy tenants!)
THIS IS ALL FOR FUN … no haters please (photo creative commons – huff post)
We are catholic
That’s small “c” catholic, not big “C” Catholic. We treasure bacon in all of its forms, in every preparation. Sure, we have our preferences – some like it baked and some like it fried, some like it smoked and some like it cured; some like it sweet and some like it salty. But we reject nothing at first blush. We believe that the power of bacon is its universality, its capacity to enhance almost any flavor it comes into contact with. (I am not one to push religion, but bacon… it is a spiritual food so… amen brother)
We resist flash judgments
Bacon Wrapped Sausage (photo by me)
It’s easy to succumb to the “ick” factor, but we accept that every bacon experience may contain the seed of greatness, and so never refuse to try a new bacon combination. Although our minds may rebel, our palates are the final judge. Like that first pioneer who dropped peanut butter into his chocolate or a scoop of vanilla ice cream into his Guinness, we say yes to random greatness, and yes, again YES to trying new things. (never say never if bacon is in the dish… let us not remember the revolutionary posting of Maple Bacon Donuts or the over kill of Bacon Wrapped Sausage !)
We treasure the new and revere the old
There is a thrill in novelty – we are genetically hardwired to seek it. So we seek out new ways to enjoy our favorite meats whenever we can. We are not complacent, never satisfied that we have eaten the best of anything. There is always a new and better flavor down the line. But we do not fetishize the new (some of us will fetishize anything, including bacon!) to the exclusion of the tried and true. Every bacon morsel contains a memory – a solid tangible moment in time, an experience at which the bacon is the core, but the context is the key. Therefore, we value our old bacon memories and seek to revisit them whenever the impulse strikes. We would never abandon a bacon preparation just because it’s not the newest – we can no more disown bacon and eggs than we can disown our own grandmothers. We live in one moment in a great continuum – a single fatty cross section of our lives – a straight line from birth to death, punctuated by cured meat. We cannot discard our past; without it we have no future.
We favor the underdog, but celebrate greatness at any size
Nothing gets our motors running like tasting bacon from a tiny pig farm in the great hinterlands. We root for these pioneers – they who reject fiscal better judgment and take a chance on making their living through something hand-crafted and artisanal, something impractical and delicious, something perfect and small. But we know that sometimes, greatness comes from organizations of great size. So we refuse to pre-judge based on size, history or organizational scale. We judge only on results. (and we know that this little guy is going to grow up and make some bacon eater very happy one day!)
Kriss’ Maple Bacon Beer Jam (photo by me)
We believe bacon opens new doors (or takes down dragons)
We are part of the human fraternity – every shared experience brings us closer to our fellow man. We believe that eating together is the ultimate equalizer – when we break bread, we create bonds. When we break bacon, we make community. Therefore we are committed to creating shared bacon experiences that strengthen the bonds of the human community, across religion, across race, across gender, across class. That is the promise of bacon……
The Ultimate Bacontini (care of The Ultimate Martini Quest Blog)
- 2 ounces pre-marinated bacon-olive vodka
- 4 ounces vermouth
- 2 (or 3 or 10) slices cooked bacon, from the bacon-olive-vodka mix
- 3 (or 5 or 6) garlic stuffed olives
- 1 chilled martini glass
- 3 or 4 crushed ice cubes
- Grab a shaker and dump the crushed ice in there. Go ahead, don't be scared. Whimps don't deserve Bacontini's.
- Add the vodka and the vermouth and shake (never stirred... meh! Frankly if you have to be told NOT to stir your martini, you don't deserve to drink this!) shake, shake, shake, shake... smoke if ya' got 'em, shake, shake, shake some more.
- Pour this heavenly elixir of the swine fatty gods into the chilled glass and add the olives and the 3 or 10 pieces of bacon as a garnish.
- Moan quietly as others might not understand your bliss and might mistake it for weakness. And since your knees are wobbly and the lights are now dim and your blood pressure just rose faster than a rocket, they might be right....Buh-bye universe, hello heaven.
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