The Pig Gods

I don't believe in one god, but many and the pig gods delivered unto me thy bacon which I was instructed to fry up, while home alone, and eat.

As James Brown says, "Good god almighty."

The bacon I bought from a farmer in Mount Vernon and had thawed out days ago to share with house guests. We never got around to eating it and after they'd gone, every time I opened the refrigerator, the bacon called my name. "Jenise". I've never fried and eaten bacon alone. It's a weekend family food.

To accompany my bacon, a glass of red Cote Du Rhone, a $5.99 bottle from Trader Joes and not bad.