Mom was watching a cooking show when I passed by, well, a cooking competition show. The contestants were adults and it looked like they had paper cones propped in stands to keep them upright filled with bacon strips.
"Their bacon looks good," I commented, meaning it was uniformly dark brown how I like it. It looked like it would snap to the touch, also how I like it.
"It's carrot bacon," Mom said.
I considered her statement for a moment quizzically.
"You mean it's not bacon at all?"
"Right."
"Hmm. I like carrots too much as they are to screw them up." Didn't seem like a promising ingredient to me. I would try it but without much in the way of positive expectations. I won't be going out of my way to procure it.
10 years ago on TTaT: Bleck
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