At the request of several, this response to another thread is being set apart as a stand-alone post.
@cacheflowe @anna @budnitz @dcdoran @todd
A long time ago, I was part of a team that put on a retreat weekend at some militant lesbian farm near Cincinnati. It was eco-serious with composting, veganism, and all that sort of thing long before it was trendy. Being someone who hates most veggies, I was seriously worried (as were some others on the team) that we might starve to death before the weekend was over, due to the perceived nastiness of what we'd be fed.
The first morning, however, the unmistakeable scent of bacon permeated the air and we were all smiles as we made our way to the chow hall. Once seated, the plates began to arrive and right there next to the pancakes and hash browns were thin, perfectly-rectangular, flat, green strips of compressed vegetable matter posing as bacon. They still smelled like bacon, but it was obvious they weren't real. It was green, for god's sake.
Folks were disappointed. I was one of them.
What happened next was interesting, though. Everyone but me still expected the stuff to taste like bacon. The aroma was too much of a trigger, I suppose. One by one, people took a bite and discovered that it tasted only faintly of bacon, if that. They turned up their noses and proclaimed it "nasty."
I, on the other hand, was expecting it to taste like veggies. I really don't like veggies. When I took a bite, my expectations were exceeded beyond my wildest dreams. Not only did it not taste like veggies, but it even had a slight bacon-y flavour. It was, I thought, delicious.
I ended up being the recipient of most everyone's green bacon that morning, which was fine by me. The stuff was a victim of skewed expectations: those who expected it to taste like bacon, when it was only slightly similar, were seriously disappointed. Me and a couple others who put aside those expectations and allowed the stuff to simply be what it was, a delicious new way for veggies to taste, quite liked the stuff.
From that point on, anything I ran across in my life that was far better or less disappointing if you just let it be what it is, rather than what you thought you wanted it to be, was called "green bacon."
Ello is green bacon.