This type of article comes out once in a while and it never makes me feel better. In fact, it makes me want to stop eating anything, ever. I don't want to eat anymore bug parts.

Peanut butter — that culinary cause célèbre — may contain approximately 145 bug parts for an 18-ounce jar; or five or more rodent hairs for that same jar; or more than 125 milligrams of grit.

In case you’re curious: you’re probably ingesting one to two pounds of flies, maggots and mites each year without knowing it, a quantity of insects that clearly does not cut the mustard, even as insects may well be in the mustard.

(Via Boing Boing)

Like the Bacon Bra, but even less safe for work, and somehow billed as th ultimate Super Bowl food (huh?), the bacon bikini. (Thanks, Matt!)

A friend gave me bacon mints for my birthday. While expected just a bacon flavored candy, I was surprised to find so much more. There's actually some mint in there - smoky, salty mint. Thanks, Will!

I've been sick, so maybe this only amuses me, and if so, well, sorry. But this weekend, I came across news that spam was up, spam was down, spam was lucrative (enough), and divine intervention as evidenced by a seemingly unironic collocation of sentences from the AP.

Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin said Wednesday she would consider serving in the Senate if God gave her the opportunity and Alaskans wanted her to take the job. The state's senior senator, Republican Ted Stevens, fell behind as the count resumed in his re-election bid.

Via Erika, not only does this tuxedo look like bacon, it smells like bacon, too. It says dry clean only, but, uh, doesn't that get rid of the bacon smell?

"Sales of Spam — that much maligned meat — are rising as consumers are turning more to lunch meats and other lower-cost foods to extend their already stretched food budgets."

Baconnaise, from the makers of bacon salt, of course.

This column from before Manny was traded is unremarkable except for the revelation that Manny doesn't like to use toilet paper.