The Importance of Finding Good Bacon

Bacon is a beautiful thing: a sublime strip of meat and fat, done best in a well-seasoned iron skillet until crinkly and crisp.  The perfect bite of bacon is an explosion of salty fat that coats your mouth and flavors the rest of the food you put in your mouth for the remainder of the meal.

Bacon is a vegetarian’s gateway food: that’s the true power of bacon.

The Boy loves bacon.  Even after changing his eating and lifestyle, and losing 60+ pounds, the kid loves his bacon, making it as a special treat on Friday mornings before work.

Still Loves Bacon...

 

This is the same kid who went on a work trip and texted me the first morning at 7:35 with

“THEY HAVE STEAMER TRAYS FULL OF BACON!”

He has his breakfast priorities.  His mom also bought him this shirt for Christmas this year.

Due in part to having a very tight budget for a long time, and just because he didn’t know any better, he would buy crappy grocery store bacon, which to me is the equivalent eating Taco Bell if you’re hankering for Mexican food.  Yeah, it’s a taco, but…not really. I’d been telling him for ages that if he was going to spoil himself with bacon, he was going to have to find a butcher, or somewhere other than Wal-Mart to get his bacon.  He pooh-poohed my counsel, and continued on his foolish path of crappy bacon.

Until one day, he was so moved by the spirit on a weekend he was staying in Ashland, he went to Grandpa’s Cheesebarn (something of a legend in the North Central Ohio area, next to Fin, Feather, & Fur, figuratively and literally).  There, he bought his first slab of near-butcher-quality bacon.

The text message I got (in Saturday class, mind you), included the words “heavenly hosts” and “Jesus Christ himself slapped [The Boy] the highest of fives.”

I had to explain to the professor why I burst out laughing in the middle of his lecture.

So now, I have a convert of good bacon.  Hopefully, I have a convert to the world of quality ingredients.  I still have to convince him to stop buying stacks of hamburger pucks from GFS.

Baby steps, people.  Baby steps.

The Grittiest

When the Coen Brothers remake of this movie came out, I had a vague recollection of the first movie (not firsthand, of course, just it’s existence).  I have to be honest, thought: I don’t like John Wayne movies, and I don’t like spaghetti Westerns….  I like Westerns just fine: Lonesome Dove, Tombstone, and Conagher all come to mind as some of my favorites.  I’d never wanted to see the original True Grit.

But I love Coen Brothers movies, and I like Jeff Bridges, love Matt Damon, and Westerns, so I was super-jazzed about seeing this version.  This was cemented by the fact that DadZ said that it was amazing and the language was beautiful.  I was sold.

Getting to the movies, however, was more tricky.  I finally took myself to see it last Saturday: I didn’t have anything else to do in the afternoon, and I’d literally never taken myself to the movies by myself before.  I took in the Saturday matinee, skipped the barrel-o-popcorn and the gallon of soda and just enjoyed a movie.

And enjoy it, I did.

Through both Pop Culture Happy Hour and the Monkey See blog at NPR, Linda Holmes mentioned that she thought there were blocks of dialogue that were downright funny.  I agree.  I also felt her same awkwardness that she was the only one laughing in the movie theater.  I think this is true of Coen Brothers’ movies: you feel awkward for laughing because you don’t think you’re supposed to, or you don’t get the joke.  I got the feeling from my audience that the former was true.

I mentioned via Twitter that I didn’t have enough adjectives for how much I loved True Grit, I also don’t have enough time to elaborate what parts were my favorite.  All I will say is that on the whole, the dialogue was fabulous, the story was steady, the picture was beautiful.  I will not spoil the movie for you, but I was snot-bubble-in-the-nose-complemented-with-drool sobbing at the end of this movie.  And yes, I’m a big sap, but not that emotional.

The last movie I enjoyed this much was The Town, and True Grit was way, way better.

I’m really looking forward to owning this movie for keepsies.