Moss, is a free-lance writer from Tennessee. She writes
funny stuff about her daily life or anything else that she finds amusing.
seen weekly in the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal and
Oakridge Now. She has written for Atlanta Woman Magazine, Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton
Advocate, and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
Journal. She has been
published by Voyageur Press, McGraw Hill, and the good folks
at Guidepost Books have published a number of her
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books. Her articles have appeared in
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||Bringing Home the Bacon....
Bringing Home the Bacon
eyes blinked. I couldn't believe what I was seeing on a television
commercial. Burger King, home of the Whopper, was advertising a bacon
sundae. Did I hear right? Did they say bacon and ice cream? Surely they
No, it was for real; the screen was showing a cup of ice cream with
bacon sticking out of the top.
I immediately knew that I had to check it out. How could I pass by such
an opportunity for a column? Nashville is the test market. If it goes
over here, you can soon get a bacon sundae at a Burger King near you.
The next day on the way home from work, I reminded Honey, "I want
to go by Burger King."
"What for?" He had already forgotten. I don't know why he puts
up with me sometimes.
I didn't know where a Burger King was located. It isn't a place I
frequent on a regular basis. "I think I know where it is,"
said Honey. He got off the interstate and headed for the Burger King.
Unfortunately, Honey's memory was lacking and when we got there, the
Burger King was a Wendy's.
What to do now? Well, get out the old smart phone and Google it, of
course. I didn't see anything nearby. Oh. No, don't tell me there isn't
"Wait, here's one," I exclaimed pointing to the search
results. So we headed down the road to a Burger King about 5 miles away.
I still think there was one closer, but we couldn't find it.
"Do you have bacon sundaes?" Honey asked the drive-thru
speaker, afraid to just order one.
"Yes, we do," said the voice at the other end. Did I hear a
bit of disgust in the voice, or was it only my imagination?
The sundae looked exactly like the one on TV, soft-serve ice cream with
chocolate syrup, covered in bacon crumbles, with a slice of bacon
sticking out of the top as a finishing touch.
Why is it called a sundae anyhow? Stories seem to vary as to where and
why the concoction was invented with several places claiming to have
served the first one. The most popular story is that soda water was
forbidden by law on Sunday, so the ice cream soda was served with the
same ingredients, minus the soda water. The name was changed to sundae
because it wouldn't be right to name it after a holy day.
Whatever the reason, the ice cream dish became a popular favorite at
soda fountains, usually located in the local drug store. The classic
sundae was ice cream topped with chocolate syrup and a cherry on top.
Soon the chocolate syrup became other flavors: cherry, strawberry,
pineapple, caramel, or whatever.
I'm sure the inventor never imagined that the creation would sink to the
point of being topped with bacon. Burger King says that everyone loves
bacon, so why not? They incorporated the old idea of using something
sweet and something salty to complement each other in taste.
Some have simply called it a gimmick to draw attention to Burger King in
the fast food wars where everyone tries to get more and more creative
for the publicity.
Eventually, I did get around to eating it, all 510 calories of soft
serve, chocolate, and bacon. The bacon did not seem salty, just smoky.
I can't say that I liked it, only that I managed to eat the entire thing
without getting sick. I think I prefer my salt on peanuts. It may be
true that southerners will eat anything fried, but not necessarily bacon
on ice cream.
Somehow, I don't think this is going to become a popular item, not even
on the breakfast menu. Some things just don't go together. What's next,
broccoli and cheese?
Now that I've tried it and saved you the trouble, I don't think I want
Copyright 2012 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219