Bacon, cheese, beer, Johnny Cash

It's been a number of years now since I joined up with The First Church of Bacon, and while a few nattering naysayers may call it a "cult," I maintain that it's only enhanced my life. Monday was bacon-wrapped filet, Tuesday was BLT night at the Kadnine house, and this weekend we're doing bacon beer cheese on toasted points of rye bread. (Couldn't score any soft pretzels, they must be out of season or something. I hate winter.)

Rev. Cash? Take us out please: