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Revisited: "Pigs on the Wing"

Close to the end of 2020 is where we find today's throwback, an entry in response to a 30DBC prompt: "Pigs on the Wing" 

It was, if you're too lazy to click, about bacon.

The reason for the entry's title, apart from being a Pink Floyd song (actually two songs, or one song divided into two parts, a trick they'd sometimes pull; see, e.g. "Another Brick In The Wall"), is a reference to my preference:

When it comes to breakfast meats, I prefer turkey "bacon."

As I noted in that entry, I'm not a fan of meat fats in general. You'd think that would make me automatically healthier, but it does not.

In an attempt to save face, I also discussed veggie strips, which I call fakon:

They do not, in fact, pass for bacon, even though the makers take great pains to make them look marbled.

But the important part of the entry is, of course, the joke about the rabbi and the priest.

I suppose I should link this, too:

We would zigzag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing