This week, I posted a menu item that is always a hit: Night Breakfast. Named by my dearest Mad Dog, Night Breakfast is exactly what you'd think - breakfast at night. Though the main entree might change (pancakes, omelets, or quiche), one thing remains a constant - a hearty side of bacon.
Mmmm... bacon
I'm not a huge fan of bacon. If given the choice, I'll take sausage, but I've become an expert at preparing it. I can make the best, crispiest bacon around. Guaranteed. And when I make bacon for my crew, I make the whole, one-pound package. And there are never leftovers.
The first time Mark experienced Night Breakfast, he was a little surprised by just how much bacon my crew could pack away. As a HUGE fan of bacon himself, he was actually more than just surprised - he was dismayed. He never had to share bacon before.
Kevin Bacon
As I set the bacon plate down on the table, the kids instinctively began to grab for a slice. He snatched the plate off the table and held it up above his head.
"Hey! Back off," he snarled. He then proceeded to dole out a slice at a time, making sure to add several slices to his own plate.
I didn't realize how deep Mark's love affair with bacon went until I showed him the bacon flow chart. What I thought was just a funny site, he called "a useful decision-making tool." And once, when I asked for his opinion on some random topic, he answered,
"Unless you've got a bacon sandwich in your pocket, I'm not interested."
In his defense, I was probably rambling about something stupid, but still... the man loves his bacon. And really, the only time I've ever seen him remotely upset, is when he thought we were out of it.
Sir Francis Bacon
I recently made a batch of BLTs for dinner. Oh, they were so good - made with fresh home-grown tomatoes and my super-crispy bacon. These were the kind of BLTs that made your eyeballs roll back into your head.
After we each finished our sandwiches, he began making himself a second. The first was so delicious, I decided to indulge and make myself another one too. But there was a problem. There were just four slices of bacon left.
We sat blinking at each other for a few seconds over the bacon plate. Who would get the last helping? Knowing how much he loves bacon, I lowered my eyes and dropped my shoulders as a sign of concession.
Without a word, Mark put two slices on my plate and the last two on his. He looked at me and smiled.
Now that's love.
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Oh my gosh, absolutey hilarious! I was planning to have a few slices of bacon at my Office Premiere party as a reference to this episode:
I enjoy having breakfast in bed. I like waking up to the smell of bacon, sue me, and since I don’t have a butler I have to do it myself. So, most nights before I go to bed, I will lay six strips of bacon out on my George Foreman Grill, then I go to sleep. When I wake up, I plug in the grill. I go back to sleep again, then I wake up to the smell of crackling bacon. It is delicious, it’s good for me, it’s a perfect way to start the day. Today I got up, I stepped onto the grill (shows burnt foot wrapped in bubble wrap) and it clamped down on my foot.
Now reading about your obsession over bacon and since I've never made a good batch of bacon in my life, I'm feeling some pressure.
P.S. Don't tell the HEI team that you make a weekly dinner menu. You will be made fun of. (I learned that one the hard way.)
P.P.S. I was talking to Mark about the wedding plans today. He doesn't know squat about this soiree, so I suggest you inform him of the details. Otherwise I'm afraid you might be serving a Fudgie the Whale cake at the reception...
Hey now... planning weekly menus save time and money. It also gives the kids stuff to look forward to throughout the week. Big Sandwich Night, Ho-Made Pizza and Night Breakfast can be the highlight of a young girl's week. (Or not.)
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