Bacon, The End Of The Line

I was at this...
Building #19

And saw this...
Baconnaise

Ew. According to Undercover Brother, mayonnaise is a White People Thing. (A great movie, by the way. Except that two-women-fighting-in-the-shower scene. Where I come from it should be two half-dressed sexy men slow-mo wrestling it up in there. Different generation, I guess.) Through Baconnaise, bacon has officially reached the end of the line. Baconnaise. Bacon. And. Mayo. For those times when food just won't do, but a stable emulsion of oil, salt and vinegar stirred up with chunks of “natural flavor” will.

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David said…
"The Ultimate Bacon Flavored Spread"?!?! Like there are a ton of other bacon flavored mayonnaise spreads that they are in competition with!?!?
May 12, 2010
P.L. Frederick said…
If they wouldn't make the jar see-through the idea might retain some majesty.
May 12, 2010
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