Among several other things of extreme importance, the deities in charge required that I buy some healing bacon.
The thing is that most bacon hurts my feelings at checkout. However, the collected ends and pieces work very well.
I like my bacon thick and chewy. When I cook it over a campfire, I eat it once the fat is translucent, much to the culinary dismay of my camping companions.
What I'm looking forward to is a couple or three eggs fried in the bacon grease, served up as a sammich with brown mustard and Duke's mayo. Or maybe straight up with biscuits.
Now, that's a something to live for!
That'll be sometime toward Thursday. Come a'runnin'!
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