It all started so innocently.
Ron Zimmerman, the owner of The Herbfarm Restaurant commented on twitter one day that he had been asked to serve slugs by a diner with reservations for the 100 Mile Dinner. We have had days of fun watching as the idea moved from request to talk of preparation to wine pairing. Along the way some of the twittier twits suggested dishes like popcorn slugs, slug pate, and slug jerky (an idea Ron quickly squished due to health concerns). One person came up with an entire slug menu in a single tweet.
The story of the slugs took a dramatic turn the evening before they were to be served when Ron sent this missive:
Argh! Slug shortage! Slugs for guest's "Escargot Experience" tomorrow escaped overnight. Died in salt minefield. Out searching for more
The following public service announcement comes to you from Blog Well Done and good, God fearing Americans everywhere.
There’s a threat out there, lurking in the grocery store and hiding in the hearts, refrigerators and arteries of American citizens. It’s more disruptive to American values than even health care reform, which can only cause all of us to be happier and healthier. Read my lips, no good will come of it.
But back to the matter at hand. Some call this threat I speak of a silent killer. Some find it thoroughly addictive. Some call it delicious, delicious pork fat. Everyone calls it: bacon.
That’s right bacon.