Some life-changing events are preserved in perfect detail, like insects trapped in amber; some weasel their way into your consciousness so thoroughly that you’ll never again know for certain what life was like before. I couldn’t tell you where I was when I first learned about Garth’s Breakfast Bowl, but I do know that I’ve thought about it roughly once a week for what feels like my entire life.
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One of my most prized possessions is the grease crock I inherited from my grandmother. Whenever she made bacon — which was basically every morning ever — she would remove the strips of fried cured pork, then unceremoniously dump the rendered fat into the crock, along with all the little burnt meaty bits. The crock lived right next to the stove, and she would scoop from it, never measuring, whenever she needed “a little grease.”
Video: There is only one correct way to “dispose” of bacon grease, and that is by consuming it. While it is a fantastic frying oil — especially for eggs and bread — it also makes a superb mayonnaise, a rich and salty compound butter, and a truly transcendent salad dressing.
I thought we’d all signed off on every use of bacon. I thought Reddit and Epicurious and Epic Meal Time had taught us that bacon goes with everything. But judging by the looks I get at the diner when I dip my bacon in butter, we have not. We apparently have not collectively agreed that bacon, like french fries or baby carrots, is a dipping food.
Hello babies and bibbles, and welcome to a smokey and salty edition of Will It Sous Vide?, the weekly column where I make whatever you want me to with my immersion circulator.
A friend reckons he has it good. His partner cooks a bacon-hash-brown-fry-up for breakfast every day. “Are you sure?” I said. “Because that’s exactly what I would feed my partner if I wanted to bump him off!”
It is easy to fall into the trap of giving people you love lots of ultra-processed, high-kilojoule, nutrient-poor foods because they like them. But immediate pleasure comes at a cost.