Okay, if you’ll indulge me, today I’d like to rant for just the briefest of moments.
Tofurkey? Vegetarian bacon?! Raspberry wine??!!
Enough. Tofu is tofu, not turkey! Bacon is from a pig, not an assortment of vegetables. Wine, well, wine is made from grapes and not raspberries.
O.E. win, from P.Gmc. *winam (cf. O.S., O.Fris., O.H.G. win, O.N. vin, Du. wijn, Ger. Wein), an early borrowing from L. vinum “wine,” from PIE *win-o-, from an Italic noun related to words for “wine” in Gk. (oinos), Armenian, Hittite, and non-I.E. Georgian and West Semitic (cf. Arabic wain, Heb. yayin), probably from a lost Mediterranean language word *win-/*woin- “wine.” Also from L. vinum are O.C.S. vino, Lith. vynas, Welsh gwin, O.Ir. fin. Essentially the same word as vine (q.v.).
We seem to have demeaned our eating habits to such an extent that instead of giving up bacon – if one is so inclined – we simply demand a food product that tastes like bacon, just not made from pork. We want our cake (or bacon) and to eat it too. The meanings of words for our food, such as bacon, have ceased to refer to a particular thing but have become rather merely suggestions of form and taste; they have become an abstract, something malleable, meaningless designations. Bacon is no longer a cured meat that comes from a pig but rather a strip of salty blahh that can be assembled and processed in any number of ways from any number of plants or animals – turkey bacon anyone?? – as long as it looks and tastes right.