Some Food for Thought

Here’s some Food for Thought, I have two new classes this term and one of them is actually named Food for Thought. As for my other class, it’s called Food, but in this new Action Project, I was to create a narrative of a specific product, as if I were the ingredient itself. This unit was about how agrarian societies began and how do they influence what we eat today? We studied ancient ancestors of  modern day fruits and vegetables. This assignment specifically revolves around an ingredient we chose from a family tree that we drew (which is shown below). I chose bacon because it was my favorite which is shown on the illustration, plus it seemed to be unique so far. However, I will not only talk about bacon, but be the bacon in the next paragraph, yet before I do that I shall state one more thing. Overall, mine is quite mixed based on their favorite food. My mother prefers a simple plate of rice & black beans, while my father enjoys a steak dinner (with some fries), and my brother likes a special Brazilian treat that's dough baked and then fried in the shape of an egg which can contain anything you want inside.

Family Tree© VG 2013 >

A very Pork Memory

I am a very well-known person, some people love me, others don’t believe or approve of how I’m porkish. Either way I am still one of the oldest meat cuts in history. The Roman empire is as far back as I can remember, but anyway here’s how it all started. As the young and living lad I was, I pigged out on the fields, eating as I pleased, being an omnivore and whatnot. Usually feasting upon the grasses but sometimes I’ll eat the corn that the farmer brings me. Hey you, back in those days I was smarter than a dog! But now I’m devoured by those same dogs, incompetent humans feeding them my kind, bacon.

You know, it’s funny, me being so popular at my age. Some people idolize me, create new inventions and such, and all just for what? People have created so many methods to eat me, just to eat bacon. However, mind that there is not only one of me, if memory serves right. I believe that turkeys and apparently Canadians too are made into bacon… sounds like cannibalism in my book, my 3500 year old book, perhaps I’m getting senile, or maybe it’s the style of bacon. There was also another instance of my popularity increase 400 years ago. I kept the European peasants alive and kicking, because I was a so-called cheap meat cut, try saying that now. I am treated with the utmost respect but still, all because of how I taste, not really an optimal reason but at least it’s there, along with my cousins: the bacone, chicken-fried bacon. Honestly, I think if you want bacon, eat it, want chicken, have that, but both? Plus eating me like an ice cream cone is just plain insulting, I’m a meat, not a sweet! Well at least it all rolls back to me, bacon. I’m old, popular, and rich… kind of anyway.