I have a ” no meat, except chicken and seafood only” rule when I cook in the house. That’s because, although I’m a major foodie (obviously), I try to limit my intake of meat in the house – mainly for health and ethical reasons. So imagine my surprise when I wake up to this on the breakfast table. My dad, who was with us on our Williamsburg mini-vacation, cooked the whole package of bacon for breakfast. Oh my gosh, did it smell ever so yummy…but, but, but…my social consciousness?
“We’re on vacation,” he says.
Don’t get me wrong. I. FREAKING. LOVE. BACON. The smell, the crunch, the saltiness, every-freaking-thing about it, I love! (Except for the crowded farms and unethical slaughtering tactics). I grew up eating bacon. I grew up loving to eat bacon. I grew up eating A LOT of bacon.
Ok, maybe just one piece, or six.