Bacon doesn’t make everything better

I love bacon – who doesn’t, except The Hub’s vegetarian co-worker. And I have embraced the juggernaut that is bacon-everything. Bacon peanut brittle, sublime. Bacon crunchies on ice cream, divine. But apparently there is a limit.

A friend sent me this link to reviews on Amazon for a brand of bacon-flavored jelly beans. Among the comments: “Sweet Jesus, why didn’t I read the reviews?” and “If bacon tasted like these, I’d be a vegan.” The review that begins “Putridness that lingers” goes on to compare the flavor to that of a dead possum soaked in wolf urine. Makes me wonder what that reviewer’s usual diet is.

On the upside, a lot of people liked the tin they came in.

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