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novelty component,” Lindén told me as we stood by his booth, where they were handing out bacon bloody Marys, “but even in states where we’ve been around for five years they’ll have a small bar do seven thousand bacon Bloody Marys a year.” One of the few vendors not selling food but doing brisk business was Rebecca Wood, who owned the gift boutique Enjoy: An Urban Novelty Store, which had an entire bacon section filled with over a hundred novelty products. When she opened the store in 2005 her top-selling item quickly became bacon strip bandages, and today it remained in the top spot, followed by bacon socks, and I Love You More Than Bacon signs, which sold like gangbusters online.
    Surrounded by bacon maniacs downing shots of bacon black bean stew, bacon cotton candy, and bacon root beer floats, it was impossible not to get caught up in the infectious exuberance of Baconfest. There were people like Jeaneed Kalakr and her grandson Parker, whowore matching, homemade T-shirts printed with a poem written for the occasion: “From one porker to the next / Don’t give me no fat / I squeal for bacon / One good snort deserves another / I am a bacon lover . . . undercover.” The miraculously petite sisters Christina and Danielle Wade were dressed in matching bacon earrings, socks, and T-shirts made for their 2011 Bacon Takedown Tour. “It’s not a trend for me,” the enthusiastic Danielle said. “It’s a way of life.” There were dudes wearing muscle shirts that said, “Bacon Gives Me a Lardon” and “Drink First. Pork Later”; babies in little pig outfits; a man wearing a homemade matching hat and shirt that displayed a peace sign made up of strips of bacon he’d ironed on; and my favorite, a T-shirt of a cat surfing a strip of bacon in outer space. “That’s the coolest T-shirt here!” I told the owner and then immediately regretted it, as I saw someone with a T-shirt that had two bacon-surfing space cats. Yes, the bacon trend was about food, but it was also a money-making meme, like a live version of an online joke that just gets spun round and round and round until you wonder where it will end.
    â€œBefore the bacon bubble came into being it was very niche,” said Aaron Samuels, who had bought VIP tickets with his wife, Charlotte, as an anniversary gift. The two of them were decked out for battle, with pink headbands, backpacks, and a studied knowledge of what was on offer. Samuels, who had a giant beard and was decidedly zaftig, wore a T-shirt that proclaimed “Man Boobs Are Sexy,” while Charlotte’s shirt featured an angel pig with wings and a halo floating above a plate of bacon, with the caption “It’s what I would have wanted.” “If the bacon bubble bursts, we’ll still be fans of bacon,” Samuels said. “Most people at Baconfest are the O.G.s of bacon”—meaning its original gangsters, bacon’s most hard-core fans.
    Nearby I overheard a man ask a group of strangers in full-on bacon regalia whether they were baconheads. “No,” said one of them, hoisting a bacon bourbon cocktail, “we’re Chicagoans. Other cities do marathons. We do Baconfest.”

T HE R IGHT TO E AT
    By JT Torres
    From Alimentum

    Fiction writer JT Torres grew up in Florida and now teaches writing at the University of Alaska at Anchorage (how’s that for a geographic leap?). Growing up in a Cuban-American family, he learned to finely parse what is and what is not “American”—including our addiction to junk food.
    D r. Pepper or her gall bladder, one of them had to go. Her doctor explained the option of eliminating soda and other acidic, fatty, greasy foods and adopting a diet of cucumbers and broccoli—foods that strengthen the stomach’s lining and the digestive tract. “Your gall bladder is currently operating at about 20%,” he said, and then went on