Maybe it’s just us, but, even by the fevered standards of the Bacon Explosion-era hysteria, there seems to be a rise in bacon reporting of late. Of note:

Avec Eric: Everything is Better with Bacon

Bacon Backlash—or so says the WSJ—but we’re not buying it [WSJ]

There is now a bacon-themed board game: Mr. Bacon’s Big Adventure [Archie McPhee]

NPR is getting into the act with their report on NYC’s Bacon Palooza [NPR]

Add bacon to the War on Terror—it was used in an attack on a S.C. mosque [CBS]

And if you’re feeling inspired, it’s DIYB (do it yourself bacon making) [Michael Ruhlman]

This may have been classified as a “Fail,” but in our book, this kid is perfect.

Generally speaking, we’re not fans of vanity license plates. This one, however, we’re happy to get behind.

At the end of the Montauk Century—a 100-mile bike ride sponsored by the Five Borough Bicycle Club in NY each year—participants were tired, wet, achy, and hungry. And those arriving to the finish line at the Second House in Montauk after 4:30 pm would have remained hungry if not for our favorite healthy snack: the humble hot dog. Pasta and salad gone, health-conscious cyclists (whom we should note had no problem wolfing down cheesecake, cookies and Gnutella on raisin bread at rest areas along the route) raised hell, grilled the beleaguered Second House staff and spouted invective at 5BBC volunteers. That’s when the dogaganza began. With nothing but hot dogs to satiate the frothing masses grillmen worked overtime and made miracles like Christ with loaves and fishes. Even when buns ran out, cyclists loaded plates with naked wieners and slathered them with packets of Gulden’s mustard. We worry about the effects of such a high concentration of nitrates on deprived bodies, but not really.