Here's mine.
My birthday was a few days ago and at 29, I figured I was aware of the many great things life had to offer.
Why the hell did no one tell me about thick cut Maple Bacon!? From the moment the brick of bacon landed on my lap from my brother, my mind had been blown. This wasn’t some random occasion that you just take on willy-nilly. No, you plan for this, you plot, you use schematics!
The night before I carefully thawed the bacon so it was the perfect temperature. I laid out the schematics in a row this morning and dove right in. Good god, it was glorious. I opened the package to the most amazingly awesome wafting of maple syrup and bacon aroma. It was going to be good. The 1/4″ strips were daunting to say the least to cook. Each one required the utmost care and precision attention during the cooking process.
Crunchy on the outside and softish in the middle, just like a good baguette I once had roaming the streets of Paris after a long jet lagged morning. No mistakes about it, my kitchen is not Paris. But, for the briefest of moments…. it was a syrupy-bacony-sugary-glorious-lustful-stellar blissful heaven.