Porking

I inadvertently ate pork today. I was at school and true to form, it was over 100 degrees in the San Fernando Valley. I was craving a cool, refreshing, relatively light lunch. There is a mini-deli/sandwich bar in the cafeteria at CSUN, aka the Sierra Center and arguably has some of the best food on campus. Its proximity to all my classes makes it a double treat. So I got a turkey cranberry sandwich, which was pre-made. All pre-made sandwiches come with an optional choice of two side dishes, so I chose a very pretty fruit salad medley and potato salad.

I noticed brown pieces in my potato salad when I sat down to eat it. I was outside, stewing in the San Fernando musty heat. I ate my potato salad.

A symphony of glorious hymns opened up from the heavens. The land shook mightily, bowing to the sensational wonderment happening on my plastic take-out plate.

It was bacon potato salad. Huge chunks of salty, cured, pork product were stirred into a frenzy of potatoes, mayo, and jumbled blend of seasonings!

I have not eaten bacon in years. Mostly due to my love of pigs, but also because as I have matured, I am choosier in my meal selections.

But the bacon potato salad was pure gold. If you have ever wondered what sin tastes like, then taste bacon potato salad. Or eat cheesecake, you know, something like that.

Or have some crispy brown sugar bacon atop a savory cheesecake. That's not even eating sin. That's the luxurious taste of damnation!


Bottom line: It was good, though. I won't make the mistake of having it again, but it was good.