This title has nothing to do with anything. It's just written down in my little book I keep handy to write down funny things I overhear. At some point in October I wrote it in blue pen. It's been driving me crazy for the last week because I don't know the context or what it even means. Usually I can remember where these things come from--like my "Big Fruit" story--but this one evades me. Does anyone one out there know?
The real reason for this post, however, is to share my new favorite t-shirt. As Kelly predicted, bacon is making an appearance early on my blog, but this time it is to endorse a shirt about bacon, not the salty, sweet, chewy, crispy, glorious strips that make each day a little brighter. When reading one of my favorite food blogs, I came across these for Fleisher's Meats, based in New York. While I can't get their tasty products in the DC area, it does serve as an even greater impetus to head up I-95. But before I even try that grass-fed organic beef or pork, I need to proclaim to the world that Bacon is the Gateway Meat.