Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Waiting for Bacon

This week I splurged and ordered a pound of local uncured bacon, and I love it. My brain seems to be depleted, craving salmon, bacon, eggs, milk, mayonnaise, anything with fats, even to the point of putting extra olive oil in my salads. I'm pretty certain that the American Heart Association is going to list my kitchen as a Hazardous Zone.

Also, the romaine from the farm is absolutely beautiful. The depth of flavor hits me just right.

Waiting for bacon is hard: