Show Me Your Meat, Dammit!

When I was just a young whippersnapper there was a single-pane cartoon in the newspaper called There Oughta Be A Law. Boy, would I have had a beef for them...the deceptive practice of selling bacon!

That's right. You know what I'm talking about. Each slab of vacuum-packed bacon looks gloriously lean because the packaging is cleverly designed to show you the muscle and hide the fat. Everything's great until you get it open and peel the slices off to put them on the griddle. Crap! I bought a pound of meatless artery-hardening fat. And then they have the nerve to use 'AOL measurements' that add insult to injury. A 10" slab of pork ends up being 4" by the time you get it in your mouth.

I know, I know, that's the way it is. But I'm sick of it. Sick of it, I say. How many other products do we buy on a regular basis where the vendor covers up as much of it as possible in an effort to deceive us — and we buy it anyway? It's like buying a car that's hidden under a sheet from a used car salesman.

The one saving grace in all of this is that I'm only in the mood for bacon once in a blue moon. TOBAL!