Let’s dispense with two things right off the bat. Yes, I know the above product does not actually exist so there’s no reason to run to Snopes to check it out. And second, and far more importantly, I really love bacon. I mean, other than my daughter, who doesn’t? As far as pork products go, bacon is the creme de la creme … crunchy, salty and goes well with everything.
Yes, friends, as much as it pains me to say this, I am reaching the point of bacon saturation. It wasn’t Denny’s bacon sundae that caused this or Sonic’s 8-billion calorie peanut butter bacon shake. Rather, it was walking down the aisles in the supermarket and seeing the great lengths being taken in order to shoehorn bacon into products where it simply doesn’t belong.
Call me odd, but bacon fresh breath doesn’t seem to have the same cache as does the minty fresh concept drilled into our heads since childhood. And I can’t exactly picture Don Draper grabbing his snifter of alcohol in his office and pouring out a serving of bacon bourbon.
(This being a family blog, I won’t even get into the, um, birth prevention device I found that is bacon flavored. Apparently ribs were the wrong pork. Must get away from this quickly …)
It’s not that everyone indulging in bac-insanity is causing me to love bacon a little less. But the sheer availability and variety of bacon products out there is overwhelming. Which is why I say, we have reached the point of too much bacon. For consumers, too much of a good thing isn’t really that great.
It reminds me much of the way the Phoenix real estate market was back in 2007 or so when there were nearly 30,000 detached homes for sale across Maricopa County. Pick the size, pick the builder, pick the model, pick the area and there likely were another half-dozen houses just like the one you were standing in waiting for that special someone to choose it and turn the house into a home.
What happened? Few were purchased because there were too many out there. Buyers ended up looking for even more perfect homes, even after rating the home they viewed as a 10 of 10. The idea that there isn’t an 11 on a 10-point scale went out the window.
Those days remain a distant memory, fortunately. As of the moment there are just under 15,000 detached homes for sale in the Phoenix area. If you want something built since 2004, you’ll be coming to the north side of $100,000; there’s some inventory under six figures but it’s generally considerably older. Not a bad thing, mind you, just a reality.
“Normal” is a frightening word to use here in the Phoenix market but, if there’s any such thing as a normal market, we’re here.
As for the bacon-infused food and drink market … well, there ain’t nothin’ normal there.