Richard put the bacon in the fridge a few days ago and I kept saying every day that we needed to use before it went bad. I actually have no idea how long it takes for something to go bad once you take it out of the freezer. I should probably figure that out. I just always assume it’s best to use it within the next few days.
Anyway, for some reason when I cook bacon on the griddle lately it has not been turning out the best. It sticks and doesn’t cook evenly. I decided this time I would try baking it. Also because I thought it might be a bit healthier to cook it that way. I’ve heard that people do it, but I’ve always cooked mine on a griddle or in a pan on the stove. Since I don’t have money for a tummytuck (even if I did I don’t know if I could go through with plastic surgery) I’m attempting to make healthier choices. Key word, attempting.
I put the bacon flat on a few cookie sheets and popped it into the oven for about fifteen minutes at 375 and it came out really good. The pans were soaked in grease, but I drained off as much as I could. I think next time I’ll bake them on wire racks with sheets underneath.
I toasted some bread and slapped on a piece of cheese and had a bacon sandwich…or two and a few rogue pieces of bacon here or there might have found their way to my mouth. I shared with Richard though. My brother Dirk doesn’t like bacon (weirdo!) and so he just had a toasted cheese sandwich.
In other totally unrelated news, I put my seed starters out on the porch to soak up some sun, but it’s supposed to rain today. I’ve been running in and out all day to make sure they don’t get rained on. Every time I was outside, a squirrel would bolt from the porch. There was a bag of garbage sitting there (somehow it missed getting thrown in the can) and the side of it had been ripped open. Upon further inspection, the bag of Hawaiian rolls was also shredded. So I did what any Hawaiian roll lover would do. I grabbed the few that were left and threw them in my backyard so the squirrel could get to them easier. He nabbed a piece and munched happily near the tree.
Side note: I have NO idea how there were any rolls left in the first place. We usually devour them. I think it’s because there was so much food for my birthday party last week that everybody was pretty full.