… that I haven’t had a proper BLT sandwich.
Where do they hide the bacon in this damn country?
Do I have to start raising pigs in the courtyard of my building?
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How horrid. I would e-mail you some bacon and a pig, but the grease would probably clog the modem. Good luck. Life would suck without BLT’s.
Look for “lardons”, little bacon cubes. Fry ‘em good like grits!
Ria: oh, I know about “lardons”, I even know about “lardons fumés”… That’s what I use with my morning eggs… Alas, it’s absolutely nothing like the long, crispy slices of bacon goodness I’ve been spoiled with in my recent years… How could you even make a BLT with these tiny-ass “lardons”?
Static Brain: well, I guess if it comes to this, I may need somebody to send me a few piggies to start breeding them in my Parisian apartment… I’ll let you know…