Stoic Bacon 6. Initiated

MY LIFE WITH BACON continues! February 26, 2013 was the date of my first post in this blog. Ten years ago this past February. Time flies! During that time I've reviewed lots of different bacons from around the country, visited numerous bacon-fests, gave a presentation at Zingerman's Camp Bacon, and reported on many crimes involving bacon.

Bacon will continue to be the theme here, but with the addition of Health & Fitness, as well as sprinklings of Stoic Philosophy throughout my posts. And of course, I will report on crimes involving bacon.

TODAY'S CRIME STORY. This one is pretty dumb. A 'career' criminal (anyone with more than three or four convictions for theft qualifies) gets arrested for stealing 'multiple packs of bacon' is currently held on a $10,000 bond in the Wichita County Jail. If this were Chicago, San Francisco, or LA, I don't think she'd even be arrested. It's interesting how criminal behaviors are enforced and treated differently based on where the crime is committed in the USA. Story here.  

And some BACON. 

This goes back a while back to when the movie Tenet came out: I hadn't had any bacon in a while (the main reason I haven't posted) but did that night. A friend and I went to see the movie Tenet (me for the second time, him for the first). A second viewing cleared most things up for me, but not all. I'll wait for it to be available streaming before watching it another time. After the movie, we went out for a quick drink.

The bacon sat atop a wonderful Old Fashioned at Lucky Dog in Vernon Hills, IL. Nice place!

I OVERCOOKED SOME BACON one SUNDAY. Yes, it's a sin. A friend recommended The Meat Hook in Brooklyn as one of the best butchers in NYC, and since son Jack lives there, I asked him to procure me some. He did so, and I prepared it on Sunday in my usual way (see previous posts for my take on the best way to cook bacon.) The Meat Hook looks like an absolutely fantastic place, and I will definitely be visiting on my next NY trip.

The packaging was standard, although the butcher paper was thicker than most places. Out of the package, the bacon elicited a nice, smoky aroma, although I wouldn't want it as a deodorant (someone once did give me bacon scented deodorant once). You can see how I overcooked it. I won't go into the details of how that happened; it's irrelevant.

We know the saying "don't cry over spilled milk" - and it applies to overcooked (some would say 'burned') bacon too. I didn't cry over it, I ate it. And it was good. Have I referred you to a terrific motivational talk by Jocko, which theme is "good"? If you haven't experienced it, you must take two minutes and nineteen seconds to watch it. A discussion of the video requires its own post, for later.

That's it for now!