Stormy Bacon Monday

No other meat tastes as sweet as candy. None is so richly aromatic. And none so well represents our spirit at a time when we are under assault from violent extremists who are hellbent to limit our freedoms, including the choice of bacon as a breakfast entree.

Yesterday I observed once again that crisp, fragrant bacon early in the morning vastly improves my attitude. (If you ever want to ask me for a favor, serve me bacon first.) I just now learned that tomorrow is “A Day of Bacon,” with an appropriate video every hour.

(Via Dustbury.)