The Gross-Food Movement

From burgers on doughnut buns to tacos wrapped in pizza and blueberry pancakes, over-the-top food combinations have colonized the Internet. Here, a closer look at this culinary subculture.
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In the faddish world of online pop culture, a particular species of food movement has taken root. Its partisans don’t care whether your ingredients are fresh, organic, or locally grown. Really, they’d prefer it if you did your grocery shopping in the freezer section. The movement isn’t about taking your time in the kitchen or cooking from scratch, though its adherents sometimes spend hours on their creations. And if you’re focused on making healthy, balanced meals, free of trans fat, light on meat, and served in modest portions, then you’re definitely not among their ranks.

The Gross-Food Movement, as I hereby christen it, is a grassroots embrace of all things deep-fried, bacon-wrapped, and cheese-slathered. The movement recently made its way into the media spotlight with meteoric rise of the blog This is Why You’re Fat (which was promptly followed by book deal), but Gross Food has its roots in dorm-room kitchens and Super Bowl parties. Fueled by photo-sharing sites including and popularized by an online audience hungry for the ridiculous, the movement seeks to create food concoctions that violate all the rules of healthy eating and gustatory sophistication. Gross foodies compete in a battle to create the most outlandish, gluttonous, artery-destroying food combinations possible: Deep-fried peanut butter. Meatloaf stuffed with macaroni and cheese and wrapped in bacon. Sloppy Joes on Krispy Kreme doughnut buns. And that’s just the simple stuff.

Consider the Taco Town Taco. Inspired by a Saturday Night Live skit of the same name, gross foodie Andrew Sloan and his friends spent hours in an Oklahoma kitchen building this fast-food Frankenstein. Layered among the tortillas and beans were a crèpe stuffed with sausage and eggs, a “meat lovers’” freezer pizza, and a blueberry pancake. Sloan and friends put it together, dipped it into a vat of batter, and deep-fried it. Then they dropped it into a bucket of vegetarian chili. Then they ate it. A few bites at least.

How did it taste? “We thought, ‘If it’s all good-tasting stuff, it should all taste good when you put it together,’” says Sloan. “But when you get a blueberry in the same bite as a pepperoni, it just makes you want to throw up.” So why spend all that time making it? “We’ve got big football games down here, and every now and then we get bored and do something kind of stupid.” Sloan’s most recent boredom-fueled gross-food creation was a fondue fountain modified to burble chili instead of cheese or chocolate. “You could just kind of hold the hot dog in your hand and run it under the fountain of chili,” says Sloan. “In theory at least. It flowed, but it wasn’t quite as beautiful as we had imagined.”

Something about these creations just grabs your attention—layer upon layer of gluttony in an age when we’re inundated with messages about improving our diets, eating less-processed food, and watching our weight. It’s a middle finger to the Michael Pollan and Alice Waters types, an assertion of the American birthright to consume in deadly quantities. The “gross” in Gross Food, after all, also implies an excessive size.

Case in point: The “Porkgasm,” several pounds of various kinds of pork—two types of homemade sausage, bacon, and ham, stuffed with smoked sausage, pork belly, and even more bacon—all sculpted into the shape of a pig. All pigs are made out of meat, of course, but this one is something special. The Porkgasm’s creator, Zach Spier of Portland, OR, balks at the Gross Food label (“My food’s not gross!”), but he revels in the competition to create an edible spectacle. “People are making all of this stuff for the same reason someone might try to make a flashier piece of art than someone else,” says Spier. In this case, he saw a picture online of a smaller, less ambitious meat pig and thought he could make a flashier, fleshier version. “I figured, I know how to cook, and I could do a bit better and make something funnier and more revolting and more unhealthy.” So did it actually taste good? “It’s pork,” says Spier. “Of course it was good. Even my mom had seconds.”

The Porkgasm hits upon another general thread in Gross Food: the desire to put bacon in everything. Gross foodies have used it as pizza crust; woven it into taco shells; and, infamously, rolled it around sausage and more bacon to create the Bacon Explosion. If Gross Food has a patron saint, it’s smoked pork. “Bacon tastes really, really good,” says Spier. “You can go and get the Oscar Myer thick-sliced, and no gourmet cook can make something that’s a whole lot better than that. Bacon lets everybody feel like a hero.”

It doesn’t get more heroic than the Bacone. Created for a competition at a recent San Francisco installment of Bacon Camp (“an ad-hoc gathering born from the desire for people to share and learn in an open environment about bacon”), the Bacone is a food-engineering feat: a crisp cone of deep-fried bacon filled with scrambled eggs, cheese, and hash browns, topped with a layer of country gravy, and crowned with a biscuit. Kind of like a breakfast ice cream cone without the sugar high.

Bacone creator Christian Williams of San Mateo, CA, comes from another strain of Gross Food, the kind of people who simply enjoy making stuff. The more challenging, the better. “I’m not too much of a foodie,” says Williams, “but I’ve always been on this bend to invent my own food.” Williams tried several different methods for creating the bacon cones, burning through bacon and building different types of funnels. The work paid off. The Bacone took first prize at Bacon Camp, wowing the judges before, inevitably, being linked thousands of times by hungry online spectators. “It was mistakenly engineered to perfection,” says Williams. “You take a bite out of it, and nothing spills anywhere. You get the bacon flavor and the gravy and the biscuit. I was blown away!”

Maybe The Bacone sounds delicious to you. Maybe you’d sooner starve to death. The beauty of Gross Food is that we’re free to gawk at the works of adventurous gluttons, but we don’t have to eat them. Like competitive eating they provide a vicarious thrill, the taste of sin without the mortal danger. For that, those of us on the dietary straight and narrow give thanks.

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