Who doesn’t love bacon??? Bacon and eggs. Bacon and pancakes. Bacon lettuce and tomato sandwiches. Bacon on salad. Bacon straight up.
You pick up packs at the store – check for how much meat-fat ratio there is, go with what looks the best. Smoked bacon is yummy, real smoked helps but that’s a blog for another day because not all smoked bacon actually is smoked bacon.
Anyway, I picked what I thought was a reasonable slab of bacon. Not the most expensive brand but I don’t usually buy the most expensive unless it’s for Christmas morning or a big family gathering, or where bacon is the prime ingredient, like a BLT.
I’m not the first genius to note this, but the packaging is all a ruse. Brands layer the slices so close together that it looks like there is real meat on the strips.
Look again….I’d call these 98% fat to 2% meat.Where’s the pork???
And by the time the strips are cooked, the fat shrivels up so much, the strips are Lilliputian size.
Still edible mind you. Bacon is one of God’s best creations, so good that I should know better than to only fry up four slices for two peeps when the cook may or may not eat one or more as it sits on paper towels to drain. I report. You decide. Anyone have a favorite brand of bacon that actually HAS meat on it??
In other news, I’m reading that the Midwest had an earthquake and that CNN has determined there’s nothing to the FBI document release. Aaah, CNN, Hillary’s number one supporter.
Cloudy dreary day but cool. Last night, one of the first nights in ages it was cool enough to turn off all the a/c and open the windows open but what happened? No sooner was I about to jump under the covers when Dawg leaped up from her bed and ran to the back door. Then it hit me. A huge waft of skunk came in the bedroom. So potent the skunk must have sprayed right under the bedroom windows. Who knows what triggered the spray but I got up and closed off Dawg’s doggie door because there was no way at midnight I was going to be showering with Dawg to remove her of skunk smell. She came back into the bedroom after ten or so minutes of circling the house sniffing, realizing I wasn’t going to let her out, she plopped down and fell asleep. So did I.
Happy Saturday one and all.