In a perfect world bacon would be a vegetable growing on a tree so that it could be an exclusive treat for nutritarians.
I am cooking this for Christmas, its a favorite to my husband’s family and it is a heart attack on a plate. But it does smell good to me. It reminds me of childhood camping trips. My momma always cooked up a big pan of bacon, American fried potatoes and eggs for breakfast just in case my dad did not catch enough fish to fill our bellies at dinner.
Oh Lordy, you evil freaking pork strips, you are tripping up my plans to eat healthy and you will not win by golly.