Cookin' Bacon

This morning I cooked some bacon for my baked beans and I was instantly transported back about 15 years. You see, I rarely ever buy bacon, I think this may be the first time in probably 2 years, maybe more. We also never ate bacon much at home (which is a good thing, and it made bacon an extra special treat when we did have it). Anyway, I was frying up the bacon and the smell made me remember when I used to visit my Grandfather on my Dad's side. My Gramie would cook bacon in the morning and I was thinking of all the wonderful memories from up there. It was a really cool moment, and got me thinking about about something I haven't thought of in a long time.