• Bacon Roses

    My husband loves bacon. I didn’t grow up eating it so at first I didn’t quite understand his fascination over the greasy, salty, fatty, artery-clogging thin strips of pork. I didn’t like it crispy the way he likes it. To me it’s pretty much like eating salt. And when it’s cooked soft, I gag at the juicy fat. But ask me what I have with my eggs for breakfast on (most)…

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