Bacon - Nuff' Said...

This may be well known on Baconit, but just in case: I present bacon-flavored popcorn (and other things bacon flavored)

Mon, 08 Feb 2010 07:57:50 -0700

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Reddit, you're going to think this is silly, but I just moved my son into his dorm room at his new college and left him there. For the first time in 18 years, I'm not going to be seeing my best friend in the world on a daily basis. This is the hardest thing I've ever done, and I'm not doing well.

Sat, 21 Aug 2010 09:01:45 -0700

Is there any comfort, or perhaps a kind word, to be gained from any of my Reddit brethren out there...?

EDIT: With just a couple of sick exceptions, you are all awesome! I really thought I was going to be teased unmercifully when I posted.

Thank you so much for your kind words and encouragement. My boy is fine--he even video-conferenced me via MSN Messenger the other day! His first day of classes is Monday, 8/23.

I am still, basically, in pain, but your advice has been great. PLEASE KEEP IT COMING.

I really want to respond to every post, but I think it's weird when I see people do that. But let me say to Daftxdirekt: "If you're ever in Northern California, get in touch, and we'll have a beer. I have enough 'dad' in me for a new friend!"

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Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys' house. The wife had discovered that the husband was carrying on an intrigue with a French girl, who had been a governess in their family, and she had announced to her husband that she could not go on living in the same house with him. This position of affairs had now lasted three days, and not only the husband and wife themselves, but all the members of their family and household, were painfully conscious of it. Every person in the house felt that there was no sense in their living together, and that the stray people brought together by chance in any inn had more in common with one another than they, the members of the family and household of the Oblonskys. The wife did not leave her own room, the husband had not been at home for three days. The children ran wild all over the house; the English governess quarreled with the housekeeper, and wrote to a friend asking her to look out for a new situation for her; the man-cook had walked off the day before just at dinner time; the kitchen-maid, and the coachman had given warning. Three days after the quarrel, Prince Stepan Arkadyevitch Oblonsky--Stiva, as he was called in the fashionable world-- woke up at his usual hour, that is, at eight o'clock in the morning, not in his wife's bedroom, but on the leather-covered sofa in his study. He turned over his stout, well-cared-for person on the springy sofa, as though he would sink into a long sleep again; he vigorously embraced the pillow on the other side and buried his face in it; but all at once he jumped up, sat up on the sofa, and opened his eyes. "Yes, yes, how was it now?" he thought, going over his dream. "Now, how was it? To be sure! Alabin was giving a dinner at Darmstadt; no, not Darmstadt, but something American. Yes, but then, Darmstadt was in America. Yes, Alabin was giving a dinner on glass tables, and the tables sang, _Il mio tesoro_--not _Il mio tesoro_ though, but something better, and there were some sort of little decanters on the table, and they were women, too," he remembered. Stepan Arkadyevitch's eyes twinkled gaily, and he pondered with a smile. "Yes, it was nice, very nice. There was a great deal more that was delightful, only there's no putting it into words, or even expressing it in one's thoughts awake." And noticing a gleam of light peeping in beside one of the serge curtains, he cheerfully dropped his feet over the edge of the sofa, and felt about with them for his slippers, a present on his last birthday, worked for him by his wife on gold-colored morocco. And, as he had done every day for the last nine years, he stretched out his hand, without getting up, towards the place where his dressing-gown always hung in his bedroom. And thereupon he suddenly remembered that he was not sleeping in his wife's room, but in his study, and why: the smile vanished from his face, he knitted his brows.

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 16:31:13 -0700

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"While a propane grill is acceptable in this scenario, a charcoal grill is preferable. The flavor added in this case is really incredible. On the other hand it’s bacon so you know… it’ll probably be awesome anyway."

Sun, 17 Jul 2011 22:45:08 -0700

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