Bacon, the Sad Little Bottle, and My Subconscious


I really don’t need to type anything more. But I will.

I awoke this morning, knowing full well I was going to have eggs and bacon for breakfast. What made today different was the fact I had a brilliant idea. An idea to make my bacon even tastier. The crazy thing is, the idea actually goes back two nights earlier, to a moment when I was making dinner.

I was trying something I’d never done: bacon-wrapped chicken breast. I was tinkering with a recipe which had a lemon herb slant to it. I’ve never been a huge fan of lemon chicken, so I was looking for other ways to season that would also go well with the bacon. I have an assortment of seasonings I purchased from a local shop called Savory Spice OKC. A creole spice, a rib rub, cajun seasoning, etc., and decided to try my hickory smoked seasoning. This, along with salt, pepper, and the bacon wrapping resulted in a delicious dinner. What I didn’t know, is my subconscious had filed something away for a later date. Something I hadn’t even considered.

Among my many bottles of spice mixes from Savory Spice, is one that has been pushed aside since purchase. It smelled divine in the store, but once I got it home, it just didn’t go well with anything I was making. At the time I was preparing a lot of gumbo, jambalaya, and pasta. It just didn’t “fit.” And so, the sad little bottle kept getting pushed aside, barely touched as the other bottle neared empty. But then, this fateful Saturday morning, as the sun crept over my window sill, and I contemplated getting up to make breakfast, my subconscious mind pushed a name up through the fog, and into my conscious mind…

Park Hill Maple & Spice Pepper


My eyes sprang open, and I flung off the covers. I couldn’t wait to try my diabolical (yet obvious) plan. I simply rub a light coating of olive oil on a sheet of aluminum foil. I liberally dust the strips of bacon with the maple spice, place them on the foil, and fold it flat. Baked at 400° for 20 minutes, and the result could not have been more perfect, nor more delicious! The apartment smelled so good, I nearly forgot to prepare my side dish: 3 fried eggs.

Safe to say, this is how I will be preparing my bacon from now on. It won’t be long before this bottle is nearly empty as well.




One thought on “Bacon, the Sad Little Bottle, and My Subconscious

  1. Bacon and maple: each is awesome in its separate way, but they’re a real lollapalooza when they come together. (Yeah, it’s kind of a coincidence that “lollapalooza” was Merriam-Webster’s word of the day.)

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