bacon...

Last night I wasn't thinking and I used soap on our cast iron skillet for which I am told is a punishable offense in some kitchens. After kicking myself for some part of the night I decided to do the one thing that is guaranteed to grease from your arteries to skillets... BACON! There is just something about this food that is intoxicating yet isn't good for you! I mean seriously, look at the fat{white part} in comparison to the meat...

None-the-less, you look at those bubbles and I know your stomach just growled...

Then to get ride of a little fat {and a little guilt} they cool down on super absorbent paper towels...

There is just something about bacon...

Which leads to a story about a fabulous beach breakfast gone very very wrong that I couldn't help but think about as I was cooking this morning. My little sister Carleigh loves all foods, she is a culinary teacher afterall, and had helped make this fantastic breakfast our first morning on Mission Beach this summer. The condo smelled of french toast and bacon, so incredibly yummy we had boardwalkers ask what was cooking! Allow me to set the scene... we are all sitting down, just said grace and the girls were gobbling up their breakfast when all of a sudden we hear this "OH NO"... long pause and Carleigh opens her mouth... she chipped her tooth on a piece of bacon! Who does that? How is that possible? All of us just stopped {poor thing has had "toofy troubles" in the past} couldn't really take in what had just happened. There were a couple tears of shock but that didn't hold my brilliant sister back one bit. She rebounded and grabbed her hat, looked at me and said "You have got to scrap this" and we were off for a photoshoot on the beach. See...

I love this woman!

Happy Belated Bacon Birthday Baby Sis!

PS. In case you were wondering, we made some phone calls and her tooth was fixed the next day!