When I am hungry I make food. Food used to consist of bacon. I know that seems ridiculous, but it’s true. I used to eat bacon with everything: bacon and peanut butter sandwiches, bacon and eggs, bacon, egg, and cheese, and bacon wrapped chicken or venison. I even cooked my grilled cheese in bacon grease instead of butter. I loved bacon. It would have been an appropriate bumper sticker, graphic tee, or even favorite saying in a high school yearbook. Little did I know eating bacon as though it were its own food group and required an equal number of servings a day to the total overall number of servings consumed each day multiplied by two is not conducive towards a healthy life. I am more likely than not a perfect candidate for a Cheerios commercial. Realizing this, or at least admitting to myself that I knew it all along, required some changes. The changes ended with plates that look more like this. And yes the vignetting of the photo is meant to enunciate the profoundness of this dietary change. Green is good (it is slowly getting easier to say that).
In high school I did a project in an English class on choice based on perception. I offered the class a peanut butter and bacon sandwich or green brownies. I think I was attempting to see if my classmates would choose a food that looked gross but sounded good over a food that sounded gross (or unfamiliar) but looked as expected. Most of the class chose green brownies, citing the reason for their choice as “bacon and peanut butter?” I am not really sure how this relates, but it seems applicable to this discussion. If for nothing else the brownies were green and eaten and the bacon was bacon and dismissed.
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