Say "Bacon Salt" One More Time. I Dare You.

Enough. It's Bacon Salt Backlash time. Seattlest got in our car to drive home last night and Bacon Salt came on the radio. We opened up the newspaper yesterday and Bacon Salt. Bacon Salt, Bacon Salt, Bacon Salt.

Nothing against these guys personally, but if we are subjected to one more recounting of the glorious beginnings of Bacon Salt we're going to go nutso. Yes, well, little Bobby was playing baseball in the yard and he hit me in the crotch with the bat or something, we won some money for the video and now we're talking to you about Bacon Salt on the radio. Or on TV. Or in the paper. Or in the city mags. The innovation here isn't a meat-flavored salt, but that damn anecdote that no editor in the city can resist. Guys, please, start resisting it. Seattlest wrote about the damn salt in July, and we were by no means the first. It's mid-November. The story hasn't changed. The guys still quit thier jobs with five grand they won from America's Funniest Home Videos and a dream (yeah, right). How much will it take to get these guys out of the food industry and into public relations where they belong? Because we're ready to pony up and pass the hat.

And the salt still tastes like bacon, which, sorry, sounds fucking gross, not cute.