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You all know that I love bacon. It is the king of breakfast meats–it laughs in the face of Queen Italian Sausage (and her wicked stepsister Maple), while Jester Jimmy Dean whimpers in the corner, and Servant Ham shovels the latrine.
If I could, I would carry some in my pocket everywhere I go. Who am I kidding? I would take a bacon shower (only if it’s cooked first).
That said, here is a great way to start the perfect day! And by perfect day, I mean any that starts with bacon!
And I will never have to worry about burning my foot on the George Foreman again.
(Honey! Can you come rub Vaseline on my foot?!?)
