I believe I angered the bacon Gods last week with my lack of pork posts…and they took it out on me on Saturday!

Took Lil’ Baird to swimming class (yes, I have a 21 month old girl who goes to swimming class) and built up quite an appetite as holding that weight in the water for a half hour is more work than you’d think.  So we get home and I’m searching through the fridge and BAM, there it is, the pound of premium thick cut bacon I bought from my local meat counter the previous Saturday.  How did I forget this was in here? 

I pulled it out of the fridge and unwrapped the butcher paper.  The bacon was wrapped tight in plastic and still looked good… so in the oven it went.

My mind started to imagine the fantastically meat filled BLT’s that I was about to eat when about 6 minutes into cooking my nose was offended by a sickly sweet smell.  I know that smell, it’s the same smell that hamburger has when you are cooking it and you know it’s turned.  Damn, damn, damn…wasted bacon, hungry stomach, upset man!

I pulled the bacon out of the oven, hit the fan over the stove and when it cooled, just rolled it all up and tossed it out.  One delicious pound completely wasted.  A sad, sad day in the Baird household. A sad day indeed.