I have photo evidence, recently uncovered, from this year’s Christmas breakfast. I volunteered to do OJ and Bacon for the big family shindig at my mom’s place. We have a large family, so I bought a lot of bacon. A lot.
I cooked eight pounds of bacon that morning. Three on the stove and five in the oven. The following images were taken Christmas night. After the grease had congealed:
The house stopped smelling like bacon yesterday.