The Wall Street Journal wants to know: Has the Bacon Bubble burst?

We are in the midst of a bacon bubble—and a growing number of chefs (some of whom quietly admit they helped inflate the bubble to begin with) say it’s about to pop. Bacon had a good run, but now it has gone flabby—used too much and too often, it’s lost its novelty and coated fine dining with a ubiquitous veneer of porky grease.

Enter the Wake ‘n’ Bacon Alarm Clock. Sure, this link has been passed around the internet more than any semi-self-respecting high-school slut, and, yes, that’s what makes it Classic Internet Bacon.

This is Bacon Technology Done Right. Witness this quote:

No one likes to wake up, especially by an alarm. This clock gently wakes you up with the mouthwatering aroma of bacon, just like waking up on a Sunday morning to the smell of Mom cooking breakfast. Unless you’re Jewish.

Notice the lack of fluffy language, the subtle semitic humor? Okay, that “Unless you’re Jewish” joke is something you hear a lot in bacon circles, and we here at sizzology cannot support such language, but you get what we’re talking about. These Wake ‘N’ Bacon people get it.

Here’s our newest one: Which of these holidays goes best with bacon?

These were all the holidays I could come up with, you’re free to add your own if I forgot one…. if I forgot a big one, go on and leave it in the comments.

President’s Day, Martin Luther King Jr. Day, Valentine’s Day, Memorial Day, Easter, Veteran’s Day, Christmas, Halloween, Fourth of July, Rosh Hashana, Yom Kippur, Passover, Casimir Pulaski Day, Talk Like a Pirate Day, New Year’s Eve, Hannukah, Father’s Day, Mother’s Day.

This photo of a bacon tattoo (apparently commissioned while its owner was drunk) was sent to the editors of Sizzology by social media thinker Ben Foster.

Photo by langley, lettering by baconbacon, box by Bacon of the Month.

Mine is a little fuzzy — I remember being young, and being under the impression that bacon was a luxury food. Like candy, but rarer. When I was young I dreamed about getting older and to the point in my life when I could eat all the candy that I wanted (I imagined giant piles of it, with me and my friends plowing in). Funny thing: now that I’m an adult I don’t have piles of candy, but I do have boxes and boxes of bacon.