A Tale of Bacon and Sex
It’s been a loooong time since I last posted. Sorry! So many things have happened in that time. I went to LA for a few months, I got into a minor car accident (thankfully no one was injured), and Beyonce lip synched the national anthem at President Obama’s second inauguration. (BETRAYAL)
And I had some more completely pleasurable, but emotionally confusing sex, the lifeblood of this website. But because this particular incident involved food of the porcine persuasion, I decided to write it for Pork Memoirs in addition to sharing it with you guys here. (For those of you who haven’t heard of it, Pork Memoirs is the brainchild of Jeff Yoskowitz. He collects and edits a fantastic collection of memoir essays about this complicated, religiously fraught meat.)
This piece has the distinction of containing my favorite first essay line that I’ve ever written:
We were walking down the street on our way to the pharmacy to pick up condoms when the whiff of spicy Los Angeles street meat hit us.
Does that not whet all of your appetites? You can read the rest here.