Bacon should be slightly crispy and slightly soft at the same time for maximum bacony goodness.
Exactly! That’s how I like my bacon too! I hate bacon that is so hard it shatters. There’s no juice, no nothing. You might as well eat burnt cardboard!
I like it with crisp bits and chewy bits both.
Anyone else buy their bacon as a seven pound slab o’smoky pork goodness or is it just me?
Bacon, bacon, bacon!
Good news! Even vegetarians can eat bacon now. The American Diabetes Association classifies bacon as a “fat”.
Bacon up!
Bacon Gooood!
Bacon is part of one of my two favorite hangover breakfasts, the Hangover Omelet. It consists of several strips of bacon, several eggs and a handful of cheddar cheese. Something about a breakfast consisting entirely of congealed grease always makes me happy on the day after a drinking binge.
Bacon, truly the Food of the Gods.
Well, MY Gods, anyways.
Yes, BACON! Food of the gods.
And if you fry and baste eggs in the bacon grease you double your fun! 
I love the smell of bacon cooking. The annoying part is that I hate the taste. Annoying AND strange.
::drool:: Stoppit. All of you! I want bacon now, but I’m at work and it’s nearly midnight, so I can’t even get some on the way home.
Denny’s my friend, follow the yellow light and ye shall be saved…
mmmmmmm bacon… and the thicker the better.
For the bestest of all bacon experiences, you’ve got to find a butcher shop that makes their own bacon. It turns out the stuff you buy in the store is pumped full of water to increase the weight. The butcher shop bacon tastes much better and it hardly splatters while cooking because no water is released!
For Chicagoans, Paulina meat market has some great bacon!
pipper, I’ll have to try the one at Paulina, but I’ve always gotten mine from Geperth’s on Halsted, yummilicious.
One of my dorm-mates was a Muslim from Bangladesh, and he always cursed us out whenever we made bacon; he ate Sizzlean (sp?).
Until we came home from a party to the smell of bacon cooking. His whole outlook was “Just LOOK at what you assholes made me do!”
Mmmmmmm… bacon…
It’s almost time for lunch. Hey, a BLT sounds good! Where can I get a good BLT?
Bacon, bacon! And it has to be crispy–I can’t stand chewy bacon.
I like mine cooked, but rubbery.
I’m another for the crispy-and-chewy doneness. But I like mine sliced so thick you could paint a face on it and name it “Plank”.
Mmmmm… bacon
I like bacon that’s been fried until it snaps in half when you breathe on it. Bacon and eggs and hot buttered toast, mmmmm.
Crispy, chewy bacon, scrambled eggs, hash browns, a tall cold glass of milk…
Now I want to rewind back in time and re-have breakfast today. Where’s the Time Machine when you really need it?
Bacon: Food of the Gods.
My wife says she finally figured me out when she dabbed a strip of bacon behind her ears. Nine months later, we welcomed our firstborn.
Favorite way to eat it: BLTA’s–Bacon, Lettuce, Tomato . . . and Avocado. Sweet mother of God, there is no finer food on this earth.