Wednesday, February 13, 2008

I smell bacon! Do you smell bacon?!


To hell with Des Moines. Nashville should be hostin' National Pig Day's Bacon Festival ...

"Bacon evokes memories of weekend mornings when, like summer days at the grill, dad found his culinary place, flipping thin slices of meat, calling out to the primal man.

"Bacon is about sustained attention in a click-happy TV-remote-and-computer-mouse world. It must be forked, flipped, watched. It must not be under- or overdone. It must be honored."

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