I Ate Bacon Last Night for the 1st Time in 24 Years
Over the last year, I’d been noticing “facon” (fake bacon) all over the recipes appearing in Jewish American magazines.
And I really wanted to try some.
The tastes of my childhood, my primordial memories of food, include parsely dipped in salt water from seder night, gefilte fish with that opaque jelly from the Beth Am kiddush, and the taste of BLTs from Sunday lunches with my parents and brother at the China Pearl on Park Heights Ave.
Since I started keeping kosher 24 years ago, while the parsley and gefilte fish have remained in my diet, bacon has gone the way of (my formerly beloved) chicken-cheese chimichangas and Friday night movies. And truth is, I’ve missed it!
So last night, Josh and I checked out the new restaurant a bunch of our old friends from Nachlaot opened up next to the Shuk called “Crave: Gourmet Street Food.” The food was DELICIOUS, full of so many cool and innovative flavors and ingredients we never tasted before. Josh and I want to go back every week to work our way through the menu.
And at Crave, Josh and I ate bacon (from lamb) for the first time in two and a half decades. And yes, it was worth the wait.
And it makes me think of all the kosher pleasures Hashem has created that bring us joy in life.
TED talks, and long walks, and fun Shabbat meals hanging out with family, and books and magazines to read when we are bored, and friends to chatter with on playground benches on long afternoons.
And facon, as well, is somewhere high up there.