Bacon Aphorisms

slkinsey · July 29, 2003

The Bacon of Wrath

The Bacon from the Smokehouse of Cortez

East of Bacon

Of Pork and Bacon

Smokehouse Row

**Dave the Cook** · July 29, 2003

The reference to Hemingway reminds me of the apocryphal exchange he had with F. Scott Fitzgerald (a version ended up in The Bacon of Kilimanjaro):

“The very rich are different from you and me.”

“Yes, they have more bacon.”

A similar version is recounted in Fitzgerald's The Rich Boy.

Suprisingly, Fitzgerald otherwise seems to have avoided the subject, with the exception of the remarkable short story Bernice Bobs for Bacon.

edit: spellig

Edited July 29, 2003 by Dave the Cook (log)

JohnnyH · July 29, 2003

Perhaps in all started with the Bard, and his unforgettable works The Merchant of Bacon and "As You Like (Your Bacon)."

FoodZealot · July 29, 2003

I'm not sure this qualifies as an aphorism, but here goes:

Somewhere, there exists a very, very short list of things that are not improved by adding bacon. Additionally, bacon itself is not on that list.

~Tad

Chad · July 29, 2003

Bernice Bobs for Bacon.

I think I saw that movie. Oh . . . never mind.

Chad

MHesse · July 29, 2003

e pluribus bacon

britcook · July 29, 2003

Makin' bacon is fun. Pigs agree.

col klink · July 29, 2003

And on the sixth day, God created bacon . . .

(sung to I've got rhythm)

I love bacon!

I love bacon,

I love bacon!

Who could ask for anything more?

docsconz · July 29, 2003

Ask not what your bacon can do for you, but ask what can you do for your bacon!

docsconz · July 29, 2003

To bacon or not to bacon, that is the question! Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the skings and arrows of a bacon-less breakfast or to continue to sleep, perchance to dream (of bacon)....

slkinsey · July 30, 2003

In the beginning when God created bacon and sausage, pork was a formless meat and salt covered the face of the pork, while smoke from God swept over the face of the pork.

Then God said, "Let there be bacon!"; and there was bacon. And God saw that the bacon was good; and God separated the smoked meat from the unsmoked meat. God called the smoked meat Bacon, and the unsmoked meat he called Pork Belly. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.

Sam Iam · July 30, 2003

Carpe Bacon!

tejon · July 30, 2003

Tell me what bacon you eat, and I'll tell you what you are.

Basildog · July 30, 2003

Bacon maketh the man

Stone · July 30, 2003

All work and no bacon sucks.

hjshorter · July 30, 2003

Okay, this was a stretch (a poem, not an aphorism after all), but perhaps someone could improve upon it:
I think that I shall never dig
A poem lovely as a pig.
An egulleter whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the bread's sweet flowing breast;
A giving hog that's destined to croak
And offers its ample haunches to smoke;
A swine that may in summer wear
A nest of lettuce and tomato fair
Upon whose bread mayo has spread;
Who doesn't care if it makes him dead.
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a BLT.

I have tears in my eyes...that was beautiful. :raz:

elyse · July 30, 2003

Bacon is the soul of wit.

fifi · July 30, 2003

Okay, this was a stretch (a poem, not an aphorism after all), but perhaps someone could improve upon it:
I think that I shall never dig
A poem lovely as a pig.
An egulleter whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the bread's sweet flowing breast;
A giving hog that's destined to croak
And offers its ample haunches to smoke;
A swine that may in summer wear
A nest of lettuce and tomato fair
Upon whose bread mayo has spread;
Who doesn't care if it makes him dead.
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a BLT.

OK... That just about tops anything I have ever read here. Now I have to go clear the merlot out of my nose.

Al_Dente · July 30, 2003

Okay, this was a stretch (a poem, not an aphorism after all), but perhaps someone could improve upon it:
I think that I shall never dig
A poem lovely as a pig.
An egulleter whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the bread's sweet flowing breast;
A giving hog that's destined to croak
And offers its ample haunches to smoke;
A swine that may in summer wear
A nest of lettuce and tomato fair
Upon whose bread mayo has spread;
Who doesn't care if it makes him dead.
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a BLT.
OK... That just about tops anything I have ever read here. Now I have to go clear the merlot out of my nose.

bout time I got the mad props...

ruthcooks · July 30, 2003

Let us not forget that a government big enough to give us all (the bacon) we want is also big enough to take all (the bacon) we have.

Dwight David Eisenbacon

monkeymay · July 30, 2003

Okay, this was a stretch (a poem, not an aphorism after all), but perhaps someone could improve upon it:
I think that I shall never dig
A poem lovely as a pig.
An egulleter whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the bread's sweet flowing breast;
A giving hog that's destined to croak
And offers its ample haunches to smoke;
A swine that may in summer wear
A nest of lettuce and tomato fair
Upon whose bread mayo has spread;
Who doesn't care if it makes him dead.
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a BLT.

It's been a really long, ugly day.

This made it all better. :smile:

Thanks.

Edited to add :

You must be "A Man For All Bacon"

Edited July 30, 2003 by monkeymay (log)

ballast_regime · July 30, 2003

Mmm ... Bacon ...

alacarte · July 30, 2003

speak softly & carry a rasher of bacon.

SethG · July 30, 2003

God grant me the serenity to accept the bacon that has not been smoked;

the courage to smoke the bacon that I can;

and the wisdom to ask for seconds.

slkinsey · July 30, 2003

A slice of bacon in time makes room for nine (more).

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