18 November 2011

Bacon

Or, Heaven Comes in Pairs. As I pick up my set of groceries from the co-operative today, scanning the labels for my name, I delight in seeing the underwritten descriptor – “Bacon”.

I tear open the cool bag, and yes, heaven does indeed await: not one, but two slabs of the full-fat hacked off the hog pieces, two and a half pounds in total.

Why is bacon so great? Hell if I know. Hell if I care.

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