When I was offered the chance to cover a festival dedicated entirely to bacon-y goodness, I didn't hesitate. Not only was it a chance to stuff my face for free, but I figured the live-tweets would write themselves. The way bacon inspires fandom and culinary excess make skewering it (figuratively and literally) quite simple. Or so it would seem.
As it turns out, summoning copious amounts of wit when your stomach is engorged with beer and pork fat is a non-trivial exercise. What started out as pithy stream of commentary on my surroundings slowly devolved into the disjointed rants of one in the throes of Bacon Madness.
Please join me in my descent into the abyss.