Bragging About Bacon

Sunday is the saltiest day of my week.

On Sunday, I have breakfast at my aunt's house. I am the official bacon cooker. From 9:30 on, till it's time to eat, I cook bacon. One pack, two packs, most often three packs, sometimes four packs. I cook bacon, I smell bacon, I taste bacon, I smell of bacon. No matter how much I cook, there is rarely any left. The secret to better bacon? Don't toss the fat! The first batch is the hardest to control, but each subsequent batch cooks in the fat of the previous one(s), essentially deep-frying it. It's hard to burn deep-fried bacon, and it comes out nice and crisp.

The salt is in the bacon, and by the end of breakfast the bacon is in me. Very tasty!