The Essence of Bacon

Now that the campus is empty and most of the students on spring break, I started to monitor the Borough’s dumpsters more closely. I was heading to help a friend do a little work on his house, so I packed my lunch (a waste-stream apple and an energy-bar). Early this morning I pulled out some uncooked bacon and a sausage patty, along with a few buns.

When lunch came along, Thomas offered to prepare grub for He and Bert but not for me, because I’m only eating out of the waste-stream. He did accept cooking the bacon, sausage and toasting the buns. The joke was that the bacon didn’t cook like bacon. It was a thin, pork like substance that included the scent of bacon. “The Essence of Bacon” A true statement, I think that fast food and the industrial food process does has laboratories to create the perfect flavors, up-ing the standards beyond Mother Nature. Damn you Mother Nature for not being good enough. Let it be known that upon my death from eating over/under/bad/poisoned/unsustainably produced and distributed meat, Thomas Reynolds will not be held responsible.

Later that day I picked up some pancakes, lettuce, and buns. When making it home I prepared a feast, and even took a few shots at making my own hot sauce. This was as simple as Water, peppers, sugar, and honey (not waste-stream, is it cheating?).

Finally, the giant bag of french fries I've been looking for. (I didn't take it)