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Up before dawn, Emily threw the entire two pounds of bacon on the special griddle they purchased for frying bacon. It was roomy enough for two full pounds and the bottom tray was nearly full of grease after each batch. The process only took twelve minutes total for both sides, done just the way she liked it.
The Mason family had long been bacon fans with Mick the father leading the way. Mick loved bacon on pretty much any meat. Said it provided the perfect flavor for it. Then came sons Amos, Paul, and Henry, all falling in their father’s bacon-loving footsteps.
The biggest bacon lover of all was the only daughter, Tina, who was known to polish off a pound of bacon herself if she was in a mood. For her 16th birthday, her parents bought her bacon-flavored tooth paste and bacon-flavored ice cream.
With the bacon cooked and the egg casserole in the oven, Emily popped in the shower. By the time she was done showering, the bacon smell would have wafted nicely into all corners of the house and given everyone a nice bacon wakeup call, something she had done many times before on a Saturday.
Today’s was a leisurely shower for Emily. As long as she didn’t overcook the casserole, she’d be queen for the day. As she was drying off, she could hear a commotion in the kitchen but couldn’t quite make it out. Just as she was opening the door, the oven timer beeped.
“Oh good,” she said. “Hey hey hey, what’s all the noise out here? Can’t anyone take a shower in peace?”
She rounded the corner to the kitchen and saw what the problem was. Her entire family, in various stages of morning wear, surrounded the plate of bacon.
The empty plate of bacon was on the floor with half the bacon strewn on the floor and the other half inside the now overindulged family dog, Rex, who lay prostrate beside the plate with a satisfied grin on his face.
Even Rex had to limit his bacon intake to a pound.