Sorry, gang, I’m having severe technical difficulties which I hope to have resolved soon. To make matters worse, my work computer is also ailing, so I don’t even have a backup plan. Hope to be back soon!
I’ve long said that if I were about to be executed and were given a choice of my last meal, it would be bacon and eggs. There are few sights that appeal to me more than the streaks of lean and fat in a good side of bacon, or the lovely round of pinkish meat framed in delicate white fat that is Canadian bacon. Nothing is quite as intoxicating as the smell of bacon frying in the morning, save perhaps the smell of coffee brewing. — James Beard (1903-1985)