I had lofty ideas about posting my wow-deep thoughts on my self-protective nature, but then the bacon-love took over and has gotten the best of me. Is anyone surprised? No, I thought not.
Prune used to serve this meaty-deliciousness like something out of a pork-basted dream. Gabrielle called it a "Bacon Chop" though I've yet to find its true butcher-cut name sake in my carnivorous travels. Apparently, this one --
can be found in the UK at a magical place called Hiltons Butchers. God bless you Mr and/or Mrs Hilton. You will be well cared for in the afterlife.
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I have found through my own ambitions that lofty thoughts are sometimes best and most elegantly expressed thought humor...a la a vaunted place in heaven for the Hiltons.
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