Posts Tagged ‘Bacon’


While I picked green beans and watered the garden, James started nailing his pier together this morning at 6:30. He wanted to be finished by noon, when standing in the sun is unbearable for any length of time.  It’s 12:03 p.m. and we’re just having breakbrunch.

I threw some thick-cut peppered bacon on to sear, then started pulling things out of the refrigerator. That’s when the onion sandwich you made yesterday waved in my head, yoo-hoo! I grabbed that fresh horseradish, sliced onion ringlets and a tomato. I pulled out some yogurt, a green apple, and cottage cheese. Oh, and three eggs.

Afternoon breakfasts are definitely never boring. James had his eggs and bacon. But for some freshness, I sliced a green apple for him to dip in his yogurt or pile together on rye toast. I had an egg and bacon, but then side-dressed my plate with cottage cheese and a tomato/onion sandwich on rye bread, which I slathered with horseradish.

All because of you. 🙂


It’s funny how a little slice of bacon changes hamburger, both the looks and the flavor. Your husband/kids will think you’ve done something special for them.

This dinner suggestion will be short: make individual thick, roundish patties with your burger-meat, wrap a single slice of uncooked bacon around each–the bacon stretches easily to fit, then slightly flatten each of them, securing the bacon with a toothpick.

I either pan-fry them or put them on the grill. For variation, I might make brown gravy out of the pan juices, or mushroom gravy to top the meat, but it’s not necessary. I did sautéed fresh mushrooms, which I spooned over each pattie.

I served my mock tenderloin (tee-hee) alongside baked potatoes, and a fresh garden salad. Whoa, I mean lettuce and spinach right out of my garden! Okay, I didn’t grow the purple cabbage–it’s still out there growing.

I encourage everybody to raise your own lettuce, spinach, herbs–plant them in a row right beside the pretty little flowers–lettuce makes quite a hedge. Jut don’t try growing greens in the summer–they won’t take the heat. Gardening–that’s another story.