“You only got one?’’
“Why didn’t you get one for yourself?’’
Don’t like ’em.
The subject is pretzel rolls. I bought one for my wife to have with dinner tonight. She likes pretzel rolls. A lot of people like them.
Food should taste like what it is. Though I love steak and chocolate eclairs, I don’t want my steak to taste like an eclair.
Same for pretzels.
When I want a pretzel, I eat a pretzel. When I want a roll, I eat a roll. I don’t want a pretzel that simulates a roll, or a roll that simulates a pretzel.
There is more and more such needless pairings and simulations in food these days. The most frequent is the use of bacon in everything. I’ve been seeing TV commercials lately for bacon-flavored lunchmeats. Why would you want various kinds of cold cuts to taste like bacon? If you want the taste of bacon, why not just eat bacon?
And it’s difficult these days to buy a hamburger that doesn’t come with bacon plopped on top. Bacon and hamburgers just don’t go together. Bacon gives a burger a greasy, slick, fatty taste and consistency.
I say this as a bacon lover. The BLT is the best sandwich ever invented by the human race. And what’s better in the morning that bacon and a couple of fried eggs?
Just don’t put the bacon on the burger.
Further, stop stirring bits of candy and cookies and dough and whatnot into ice cream. Fruit and nuts are the only complementary ice cream ingredients. Oh, for a pint of Ben and Jerry’s strawberry ice cream! Hold the Oreos and Heath bars.
Unfortunately, simulation not only is found in food, but in our society at large.
We have politicians who call prefer to call themselves public servants, even though it is apparent they do not serve the public. They listen only to special interests and serve only the furtherance of their own careers.
We have corporate owners and managers who claim to be job creators, when it is clear that all they wish to create is more personal wealth.
Yes, it’s confusing to be an American consumer and citizen.
Things aren’t always what they seem to be, or what they ought to be.
The price of American citizenship is vigilance.
And go easy on the bacon.