

Bacon. My first taste was of boiled bacon. It was like chewing on a fucking pencil eraser. I hated it, but my mom would insist on putting some small cubes on the beans to “give a taste” (it didn’t). Took me some time to finally experiment one that was fried to a crispy dryness. Infinitely better.
Making fun of the weak (poor, minorities, etc) is easy because they can’t fight back, that’s why the best comedy is the one that upsets the powerful.