Some used to say that my husband of many years used to look like Patrick Duffy, he of some trashy TV show I’ve forgotten, or a young Mel Gibson–before the true and complete insanity set in– for Mel. My husband’s insanity is incomplete as of yet. This Saturday, he made himself a hefty omelette and some bacon. I was having grapefruit, but was happy for a piece or two of bacon–especially when the presentation was made:

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That he put the the bacon art  on the last surviving hideous Corelle ware plate his mother gave us and I’ve always hated makes it even more meaningful. But it does allow me to remind readers of the importance of eating non-poultry based meals in the run-up to Thanksgiving. Bring on the bacon!

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