I haven’t decided which one of the two this is, yet. Possibly both.
Chicken fried bacon.
With a side of cream gravy.
Go ahead. Scoff. Gag if you must. Declare that you are too good for fried bacon, that your arteries are too important to you. You’re lying to yourself. None of us is too good for fried bacon. Fried bacon is too good for us.
Via email. I think, though… it’s enough to know that it’s out there, somewhere. In case of an emergency. If I ever really need it, it’ll be there for me.