bacon takes its licks

Unless I'm mistaken there is at least one delicious touchstone that has yet to be called into scientific question, i.e., you can't screw yourself to death.

In the meantime, however, it seems that no touchstone of the past has not encountered a point at which someone will point out the deleterious and potentially fatal effects of what once was thought nourishing without blemish or caveat.

Yesterday's warning about bacon and other processed meats' being culpable and possibly cancer-causing is the latest case in point. It is impossible to read such a story and not reflect on the number of bologna sandwiches or plates of bacon and eggs I have eaten over the years. But worse still is the realization that, at my age, the threat posed by bacon is unlikely to dissuade me from eating still more in the future.

Bacon ... oh shit! Is nothing sacred?