I lovehate bacon.

It's tastier than it should be... and fattier and greasier than it should be, even if you *gaspblasphemy* baked it. I could eat two pounds of applewood-smoked thick cut bacon and not feel bad about it... until thirty minutes later when my body has finished running that bitch through the HOV lane directly to the exit port.

Why can we not just eat bacon in moderation?