If there is a food that better captures the human spirit of hunting, killing, cleaning, curing, slicing, and frying an animal in its own fat simply for the pure ecstasy of hammering down pounds of succulent flesh in one sitting as much as bacon, I have yet to discover it.
The Good Bacon Fairy (thanks, Dad!) recently blessed us with two packages of the finest, homegrown pickled pork which we only let rest in the freezer for a day before the allure overcame us and we construed to toss together a brace of pancakes just to bolster the excuse that we were having, “breakfast for supper,” when in reality we didn’t want to have it look like we had a meal entirely consisting of carved swine belly.
This was Keston’s first foray into this delicacy and, despite the fact that the poor sod was horrifically berift with a cold, still had a great time mowing down on America’s favorite morning meat. Â (We gave him only the lean bits, I assure you.) Â I think he has a bright future in the breakfast food department.
See below for the evidence that a good time was had by all, even the meat itself, as it bubbled merrily on the griddle. Â Â I am particularly fond of Yolanda’s, “Mmmm….bacon” face, which I think she does marvelously.
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