It’s a werewolf! Lynch it!
Wait. Wrong thread.
Most recently, all the kids were home, plus guests, so eight people. No leftovers. Not outrageous at all!
Alistair McCello (another poster I have the misfortune of knowing in person) once made a bacon sandwich at my house, and then proceeded to cook the bread in the leftover bacon grease. It had to be the greasiest and grayist thing I have ever seen. I tell ya, that guy ain’t going to make it to 30.
I hope he put cheese on it, otherwise it was a waste of good cooking. Why live to 30 if you can cram a life’s worth into fewer years?
Having hatched out probably millions of “Sea Monkeys” (a.k.a. brine shrimp) over the years as fish food, I can’t say I have ever really seen them as pets… but it is kind of fun to watch the really teeny ones gather together into a wiggling mass when you shine a light near their jar.
Also, I must admit that I have never used bacon to hatch them. Some salt in the water, yeah, and an air stone for circulation, but no bacon. I wonder if yields would increase?
Speaking of just-add-water critters, has anyone ever kept annual killiefish that lay their eggs in peat moss? You dry them out for a few months and then just add water – seriously! – and little fish fry start to hatch out after a few days. You can also quite easily mail these little baggies of egg-filled peat moss to people around the world. My dad has kept these bags of dried-out eggs for over a year, and still had fry hatch out of them when placed in a container of water. Now that’s really cool! And they are beautiful little fish.
The (veggie) sammich o’death: (soy) bacon on a toasted buttered salt bagel.
Bacon is the only food Chuck Norris is deathly afraid of.
What’s that say? I CAN’T READ! It’s BACON!
This is the type of statement that the term “gobsmacked” was designed for.
Color me gobsmacked.
Beggin Strips, I presume? I love that commercial. I CAN’T READ!!
What is the color of a gobsmack?
At least I’m not as freaky as my sister. I don’t like bacon, but she prefers turkey bacon. I mean, there’s obviously something wrong with me, but what about her?
I like to think it is the colour of a gobstopper: all rainbow-y and kind of sour and powdery. With a sweet centre.
Oh, and your sister? Nutter.
Though quite sensible.
That sandwich wasn’t all that bad, until you got to the after taste, yeach! I recall that we also agreed that it was a sandwich so unhealthy that it actually caused second hand heart attacks. I’m fairly certain your arteries suffered from even being in the same room as that thing.
I am sad to say that there was no cheese on the sandwich. While it seems like a waste I have a feeling that this omission is one of the reasons I am still alive today.
We used to have bacon grease sandwiches as kids sometimes. With lots of salt. We had home-made chocolate spread sandwiches sometimes, too. Thinking back on it, what the hell was my mom thinking?
My mom taught us to make milk toast: Make toast, heavy on the butter. Add a layer of white sugar. Lay toast on a plate and pour milk from the side of the plate to maybe half the height of the bread. Let toast absorb milk. Enjoy!
Reminds me of my friend who got me to try Tofu Pups, promising that they taste as good as hot dogs. Clearly she hadn’t had a good hot dog (it’s not an oxymoron, really!) in many years because there was no way in which that thing resembled a hot dog, except its shape was vaguely reminiscent.
Well, I must admit to being jsgoddess’s soul sister for I, too, abhor the bacon. I will make it, periodically, for my family, but I have to open all the windows for hours afterward. The smell of bacon oozing evilly through the house makes me ill.
I was telling a group of coworkers about my hate for bacon smell and they all stared at me blankly for a few minutes. Finally one of them said, “that’s one of the best things about HAVING bacon!”
Sea monkeys, though, I’ve never had – though I hear they’re quite good with fava beans and a nice chianti. :eek: 
Mmmmm…sea monkeys. Wrapped in bacon. Mmmmm…
That reminds me of the margarine and sugar sandwiches we used to have. Seriously, mom, what the hell?
I don’t mind some kinds of fake meat, but the hot dogs - those are in no way resembling edible food. And this from someone who was raised on bacon grease sandwiches.
I just made spaghetti carbonara. Pasta, eggs, Parmesan and lovely lovely bacon. My arteries are afraid.
I now have the strength of ten women. And I feel much more inclined to do the calculus I’ve been putting off.
Bacon placemats! :eek: