Re: TRP: The Speed vs. Comfort Conundrum
So, I'm cooking bacon (hellsyeah, I know) to put into the chicken wild rice soup I'm making. My initial thought was "What could make this already delicious soup even better?" Of course, it didn't take more than several nanoseconds to come up with the answer of "Gratuitous amounts of bacon!"
Anyhow, as I'm frying up the 2 lbs of bacon tips and ends to add to my concoction, I reach into the bulk package (yes, BULK.....there's no other way to purchase bacon if you're a true conoisseur) and pull out THE LARGEST SINGLE SLICE OF BACON EVER. I weighed it on my food scale, and it topped out at 4.9 oz! It was at this point that I knew for certain that I was in the presence of greatness--a pivotal moment in bacon history. We're talking about the porterhouse equivalent of baconhood.
I was going to put this impressive pork-derived speciman on display due to it's size (and there might have been an image of the Virgin Mary in the fat marbling; I was too distracted at the mass and girth of the slab of the heaven-sent mannaesque bacon to really notice), but alas: I knew to be blessed with bacon of this proportion meant only one thing--it had to be enjoyed in its entirety in order to pay it the homage it rightfully deserved.
And oh my Parise, it was good.
That is all.
So, I'm cooking bacon (hellsyeah, I know) to put into the chicken wild rice soup I'm making. My initial thought was "What could make this already delicious soup even better?" Of course, it didn't take more than several nanoseconds to come up with the answer of "Gratuitous amounts of bacon!"
Anyhow, as I'm frying up the 2 lbs of bacon tips and ends to add to my concoction, I reach into the bulk package (yes, BULK.....there's no other way to purchase bacon if you're a true conoisseur) and pull out THE LARGEST SINGLE SLICE OF BACON EVER. I weighed it on my food scale, and it topped out at 4.9 oz! It was at this point that I knew for certain that I was in the presence of greatness--a pivotal moment in bacon history. We're talking about the porterhouse equivalent of baconhood.
I was going to put this impressive pork-derived speciman on display due to it's size (and there might have been an image of the Virgin Mary in the fat marbling; I was too distracted at the mass and girth of the slab of the heaven-sent mannaesque bacon to really notice), but alas: I knew to be blessed with bacon of this proportion meant only one thing--it had to be enjoyed in its entirety in order to pay it the homage it rightfully deserved.
And oh my Parise, it was good.
That is all.
