It's only been a year now since I've been in charge for cooking dinner. Before Brian was getting home in time to cook and now it's up to me. I miss the good old days. I do however have a new found appreciation for Google. I've Googled how to bake chicken, how to cook hamburgers...how to boil water. Nah, I'm just kidding...I know how to cook a hamburger! One of my favorite Google finds is how to bake bacon. I love that terminology, bake bacon. I even found a comment that some guy had left about crinkling up aluminum foil so that the bacon grease has somewhere to fall. It comes out perfect every time. Nice and crispy. One of my cooking accomplishments that I can be proud of! Big deal right?
So last night I decided that we would have bacon, egg and cheese biscuits for dinner. It sounded good at the time, until I realized that the oven would be occupied and let's face it...nobody likes to eat a cold biscuit. I guess I'll cook my bacon the old fashioned way. The Stove. Que "dum dum dum" music. You see, the kitchen and I have sort of a love/hate relationship. I love the oven, but hate the stove. We are a work in progress. Well for some strange reason, I thought that I could wing this whole stove top bacon thing. How hard could it be? Apparently, very hard because this is what it looked like:
Are you laughing yet? Maybe you need a closer look:
I bet I don't have to tell you what our house smelled like. Brian was walking in just as I was taking the last piece out of the pan. Judging by the first piece I knew that I had done something wrong. He looked at it and I burst out laughing. "What temperature did you cook it on?" No response. "Medium?" I shook my head. "High???" I nodded. "You know you're not supposed to cook anything on high except water."
Hmm, you would have thought Google would have mentioned that little tid bit of information. "I know." I told him. "I don't know why I did." And then Brian (and this is one of the reasons I love him) ate a piece of the burnt bacon! "Yummmm" he said nodding and grinning back at me.
But my battle with bacon did not stop there. My next attempt was to microwave it. Brian said he'd heard of people doing it, but never did it himself. Despite his skepticism, I nuked it anyway. Besides the fact that the paper towels were flooded with grease, the bacon was a color that I had never seen before. It's like the bacon had one of those really bad spray tans. You know that orangy tan?
|This does not do the bacon the orange justice it deserves.|
After dinner Brian carried Riley upstairs to give her a bath. About half way up he hollered down to me, "Hey, who ate all that bacon?" I sprang up from my chair and rushed to the plate of the spray tan bacon only to find 2 pieces left. "I cannot believe you ate that!!" "Neither can I, but I just couldn't stop!"
In case you are interested I will share with you my culinary secret on how to bake bacon. This is something that only the pros know how to do! http://busycooks.about.com/od/quicktips/qt/bakingbacon.htm