Bacon Association

An excerpt from the book I was reading on my commute this morning (the author’s father had suffered a stroke):

“What do you call this, Daddy?” I held up a fork. He mimed eating with his good hand. “That’s right. You eat with it, but what’s it’s name?”... His eyes tilted up as if he were searching for the right word. Meanwhile, in my own skull I leaned hard on the right word—fork fork fork—like a mantra. His eyes flashed. The good side of his mouth warped up in a half smile. “Bacon!”

Eating equals bacon for me too. From Mary Karr’s “The Liar’s Club.”