Four strips of crispy, salty goodness.
Mmmmm. . . . bacon . . . .
Okay, I’m done. You may carry on with your usual routines now.
What’s the big deal? You Jewish, or recovering from a heart attack?
I had bacon this morning, too, from the cafeteria. I always ask for the ugliest they have, because the uglier the bacon, the crunchier it is. If it doesn’t shatter just by touching it, the bacon isn’t done.
The title is funnier if you visualize it spoken in the style of Invader Zim’s insane robot sidekick, GIR 
<Zim> Why was there BACON in the SOAP!?!?
<Gir> I made it Mah-self!
we now return to our thread, already in progress…
A few nights ago, out of the blue, I had a craving for bacon and eggs for dinner. I went to the shop and bought some bacon but when I got home discovered that I had used all the eggs. Instead I made toasted bacon and tomato sandwiches. They were great.
I used to work with a Muslim from Guinea who was kinda shaky on the whole don’t drink/don’t smoke/don’t screw around edicts but firmly stuck to the don’t eat pork bit.
Until he came here and smelled bacon cooking for the first time. As he put it, “There’s no way that something that smells that good can be that bad.”
Fortunately, someone introduced him to turkey bacon before he damned his soul to hell.
I love, love, love bacon. In the days when I went to Old Country Buffet for breakfast (don’t hate me), I would load up on the bacon. I always amazed myself at the amount of bacon I could eat in one sitting. 
Aaaah! Bacon!
Takes me back.
As a boy, bacon was a Saturday morning ritual in our house. Dad would get out the big, black cast-iron frying pan, & feed me, my two little brothers & my baby sister, all the bacon we could eat.
We’d make bacon sandwiches on white bread, coat em with ketchup, & gobble them down like a nestful of baby birds being fed.
My son’s daycare left a note in his lunch the other day:
He goes to daycare at the Jewish Community Center.
Crispy bacon? That, my friend, is a sin against nature. Bacon should just barely be cooked…in fact, just put the bacon next to the stove, that’s perfect.
[sub]crispy bacon, of the ways…grumble grumble…[/sub]
Eww. Put me down with the crispy bacon crowd.
Not a big deal; no, not a big deal at all. Quite mundane, in fact. But I feel compelled to share my joy.
Most mornings, I behave myself with a tasty bowl of oatmeal. But every once in a while, the siren smell of bacon overpowers me in the company cafeteria, and I willingly submit to its call. Dr. Pavlov, call your service.
Today’s batch was particularly crunchy (crumbly, yes; shatterly, even).
One can only hope they’re serving the fried-fish-and-shrimp medley for lunch. . .
I luvre bacon that is soft and chewy with just a hint of crispy along the edges. Bacon that shatters when you touch it is overcooked & dried out. Methinks I’ll be having a BELT (Bacon,Egg, Lettuce & Tomato) sandwich for breakfst tomorrow.
Crispy bacon is AWESOME! I made pancakes, bacon, and eggs for dinner the other night. Fortunately, I was the only person at dinner who really liked bacon, so I was able to eat almost the entire pound all by myself.
is unable to rid herself of the image of Genghis Bob as the dog in that “Bacon Strips” ad – “Bacon! Bacon! Bacon!” – tearing around the company cafeteria.
At my bachelor party, two of my friends had a contest. One had to eat a side of bacon for every bloody mary another drank.
After 6 bloody mary’s and 18 strips of bacon (3 in a side), one was pretty drunk and one was pretty full.
Mmmmm…I like my bacon nestled between the cheese on my grilled cheese sandwich.
The weird, not to mention mundane and pointless, thing is…I smelled bacon in my office a little while ago and wondered where it was coming from.
MMMMM…Trichinosis
thanks to this thread, i have to order a BLT sub for lunch, thanks a lot Guys (and Gals)
And the new ad campaign for Saudi Arabia was born.
Brilliant!
Sorry, the above post should have read:
**And the new ad campaign for Saudi Arabia Pork Council was born. **
Brilliant!