Important matters concerning the existence of Humanity - BACON

If snow tasted like bacon, no one would pay to have their driveway shoveled.
 
I missed bfast in king hall this morning to get some last minute studying in. I made up for it with approximately 1/4 pound of thick applewood smoked bacon. Cooked on the trusty cast iron skillet. Followed by eggs (in the grease of course). Then followed by a giant glass of fair life milk (cow welfare be damned).

It may have been 6pm at the time but I doubt anyone still reading this thread cares. It’s nice to be home.
 
Skipper07 said:
I missed bfast in king hall this morning to get some last minute studying in. I made up for it with approximately 1/4 pound of thick applewood smoked bacon. Cooked on the trusty cast iron skillet. Followed by eggs (in the grease of course). Then followed by a giant glass of fair life milk (cow welfare be damned).

It may have been 6pm at the time but I doubt anyone still reading this thread cares. It’s nice to be home.
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Wait until you have your first post-deployment/cruise hug with people you love, on the pier, on the airfield apron, wherever. That is the best coming-home-feeling ever, the tighter and longer the hug the better. Then you head home for, of course, some home-cooked bacon.

Hope you aced your exams. Enjoy your time off.
 
It was a Friday in August, and I had just had bacon and eggs. I wanted everyone to know how wonderful it is to live in a world with easy pre-cooked bacon access. I never had an inkling what I was starting with this thread. Vegetarians: save yourselves! Avert your gaze.

Have a Happy Christmas (with bacon) everyone! :biggrin:
 
You never know when it’s your moment to shine....quite the legacy

#Bacon
 
@Capt MJ, if I squint my eyes and tilt my head, those three pieces of bacon in a fist seem to resemble some kind of _____-power symbol that some might consider controversial. At the risk of being politically incorrect and offending some, I'll just say what comes to mind:

BACON POWER!!!
 
To improve our minds today, I bring you...bacon poetry. Not, mind you, doggerel such as “Roses are red, violets are blue, poetry is hard, bacon.” Uplift the spirits of those around you and declaim aloud some of the fine verse in the link below. Naturally, brought to you by the Illinois Pork Producers at Baconfest a few years ago, the finalists of a bacon poetry contest:

Announcing the 6 Finalists of the Bacon Poetry Contest – Please Vote! – Baconfest Chicago

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Oh my. That's next-level bacon love, right there.
 
And then there’s the lost yet ancient art of “bacon haiku”:

Porcine strips. Crispy,
salty possibilities.
I grow fat with lust.

Bacon obsession,
cholesterol be damned. There’s
always Lipitor.

Hash browns, eggs and toast.
I forsake you all for just
one strip of bacon.
 
Enjoying the hidden talents at the SAF poetry slam!

I want to close my eyes and imagine Kenneth Branagh or Maya Angelou reading bacon poetry. (I was fortunate enough to have taken a class with Dr. Angelou in college; her voice was mesmerizing.)
 
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