I cannot for the life of me remember a time without bacon. We didn’t make much of a fuss about it, we just fried it up for breakfast. I’d have an occasional BLT when the tomatoes came in. It was even a thing to crumble on a salad when you didn’t trust those odd bacon bits that came in a jar.

Truth is I trusted those weird things but never saw them as a bacon substitute. I fancied them as more a handful of salt for a late-night snack.

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