And when I have the opportunity to throw some guacamole in between a couple of slices of unctuously fatty bacon, my head pretty much explodes.
But a couple of days ago, I was exposed to a rather disturbing photograph of a pork belly that our pal Kevin (a.k.a., Dirt & Beer) is bacon-izing. And that photo still keeps me up at night.
Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer my bacon without nipples.
(M's right, though: We'd still eat it.)
Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer my bacon without nipples.
(M's right, though: We'd still eat it.)
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