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It's not what's eating you, it's what you're eating

I'd like to take this opportunity to talk about...turkey bacon.

We of the Weight Watchers throng know well the merits of turkey bacon. It has virtually no calories and no fat grams per slice.

As my son noted this morning it also bears no resemblance to actual bacon. Or any sort of edible bird part, for that matter.

As Henry was gnawing off a piece of the pinkish-tinted strip, I came to the conclusion that it looks a whole lot more like a strawberry-flavored fruit roll-up than a piece of fatty fried pork.

And it tastes a bit like eating salty smoked sole-of-your-shoe. With road grit.

Here comes the interactive portion of my blog for the week -- write to me. Tell me your thoughts about turkey bacon. Are there other foods you consume that you've had a similar reaction to?

I found a book I'm going to put on my to-read list on GoodReads: "If it's not food, don't eat it!" by Kelly Hayford. Probably a good rule of thumb. Until I actually get to read it, I'll be relying solely on your comments and insights. No pressure or anything.

Comments

Anonymous said…
In defense of turkey bacon:
it makes a great BLT (technically a T-BLT)! Just wait until you have access to homegrown tomatoes this summer. But they have to be really GOOD tomatoes. Microwave the strips nice and crispy. M-m-m!
mom
1:00 PM
AnneR said…
I am not in favor of food transmogrified into forms it wasn't intended to take. That said, I've had turkey bacon and at face value, it can be OK--it just ISN'T BACON. My biggest "food that really isn't" flop is a diash we've dubbed "Faux-ganoff." It started as a recipe in Real Simple magazine for an quick and easy beef stroganoff. It called for precooked frozen beef strips that are evidently easy to find in every grocery store except mine. But I did find tofu "steak strips" and thought, hey, let's try this! Bad, bad move. It was so horrible we threw it away and ordered pizza. I always say that ordering pizza is an option if a new recipe flops, but this was the first time I actually had to invoke the pizza recovery clause.
1:27 PM
Tim said…
Sad reflection on our over-marketed, over-consuming society: There is probably more "fatty fried pork" in that turkey bacon than there is strawberry in that "strawberry-flavored fruit roll-up."
8:46 AM
Brianne said…
We LOOOOOVE turkey bacon!! It's gotta be crisp though.

Wasa crackers on the other hand - now THAT'S something that tastes like pure cardboard. Ick.
9:26 AM
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