
Is it just me, or is the foodie world going a little treif crazy recently? Don’t get me wrong, I’m decidedly not the most kosher keeping consumer on the planet. (Aside from being a vegetarian and therefore avoiding a lot of the major “no-nos,” I’m generally content to eat most unhekhshered products and eat out at non-kosher restaurants.)
But somehow, I feel like everywhere I turn lately, non-kosher foods are screaming at me – particularly bacon, as pork-anything has become trendy, and more recently lobster. Witness a few recent examples below.
June 2008: Lobster Forensics article in New York Magazine (see image above) which instructs readers on how to “buy, steam, and suck out every last ounce of meat from your favorite crustacean.”
January, 2008: The rise in popularity of of bacon vodka and, as a direct result, bacon cocktails.


March, 2008: Candied bacon ice cream and a bacon doughnut burger featured on Serious Eats.

June, 2008 – Lobster shaped bread. Why? Why not?
For some reason, the food world’s recent treif obsession irks me. I don’t *think* I’m jealous – I never particularly cared for bacon (or any breakfast meat for that matter), and the few times I tried lobster with my family, I ended up preferring to dip bread into the butter sauce. It probably has something to do with, as my friend Jay Michaelson once put it, feeling gastronomically marginalized around all this foodie glory that I so blatantly can’t partake in.
As a vegetarian, I’m of course already used to feeling limited from an entire food group. But like anything else, there’s a certain desire in the foodie world to be up on the latest trends. And whereas I could fawn with everyone else over Magnolia cupcakes (which, fyi, now has a kosher location on New York’s Upper West Side), boast my knowledge about ramps or fiddleheads from the farmers’ market, or jive with NPR’s take on “2008 food trends,” I feel utterly left out of the bacon-infused conversation.
Someday, the bacon and lobster craze will end. Until then, I guess I’ll just sit this round out and console myself with a glass of pomegranate juice.