Bacon...oh, Lordy

We've just gotta talk about it.  Yep.... we do.  That wicked streaky stuff that is supposed to kill ya, but never does....or at least not yet.  There's the grocery store stuff---- and then there's the REAL DEAL.  The peppered bacon from Virginia that takes bacon to a food group all it's own.  It's no longer just humble old pork---nuh, huh.  This is 12 ounces of pure heaven.  And the black pepper on it?  Brilliant.
  Admittedly, Kuby's peppered bacon is pure deee sinful and, yeah, it's local and closer....and no shipping...but when the Edward's Virginia bacon is a gift, it even tastes better.  Last year, we managed to score two, three packs of "God's Pork" and tonight, we are down to the last package.  Uh, oh....that is not good. 

Sometimes on Sunday nights, we have BFD (Breakfast, for dinner), and  I can smell it right now.  The bacon, that is.  It's sizzling and on it's way to crisp heaven, in my mouth.  Throw in some scrambled eggs or a Belgian waffle and what's not to love??  It's worth a by-pass or two for just such bliss.  Harris's are notorious bacon eaters--- as are my people--so our boys got a "double" on the bacon gene.  DO NOT come between us and a piece of bacon, if you know what's good for you.  And you better ask before you snarf the last piece...eating a piece or two, on the sly, if you are the one cooking it, is kosher.  Random fly by's, through the kitchen to snag still warm bacon, before everything else is ready, is just wrong....and sanctions can be harsh.  There is bacon etiquette after all.