Impossible Pork Is Testing My Faith

It makes no sense that I'm obsessed with watching people eat pork. I'm Muslim, so I've never tasted it (at least not on purpose), but if I'm bingeing a travel show with an episode about American barbecue, that's the one I'll watch first. Maybe it's the corny electric guitar that always plays when the food emerges, or the appealing combination of beards and sweet Southern grandmas, but at this point I could probably spot the difference between real-deal, region-specific barbecue and a sad imitation. Still, I wouldn't ever bite into it. That would be haram.