Quotes About Bacon

Bacon is so good by itself that to put it in any other food is an admission of failure. You're basically saying, 'I can't make this other food taste good, so I'll throw in bacon.'

You pretty much can't get away from bacon or whiskey in the South. Put a doughnut in it and you'd be good to go.

I would just have to find a hog, slaughter it, butcher it, cure the meat, then fry it up. Thinking about the bacon—the potential of bacon—gives me hope. Not all is lost if bacon isn't. Seriously.

LlVER LOAF 2 pounds liver 4 slices bacon ¼ cup chopped parsley 1 onion 1 cup milk 2 flaked wheat cereal biscuits, crumbed 3 beaten eggs salt and pepper ½ cup tomato ketchup Method—Let liver slices stand in hot water 10 minutes; drain. Grind with onion, parsley and bacon. Add beaten eggs, crumbs and seasonings and pack firmly into loaf pan. Spread tomato ketchup over top of loaf. Bake one hour at 350 degrees. Garnish with broiled bacon slices.

Queene Elizabeth is my true mother and I am the lawfull heire to the throne. Finde the cypher storie my bookes containe. It tells great secrets, every one of which, if imparted openly, would forfeit my life. —F. Bacon.

Okay, this is the wisdom. First, time spent on reconnaissanse is never wasted. Second, almost anything can be improved with the addition of bacon. And finally, there is no problem on Earth that can't be ameliorated by a hot bath and a cup of tea.

I think we love bacon because it has all the qualities of an amazing sensory experience. When we cook it, the sizzling sound is so appetizing, the aroma is maddening, the crunch of the texture is so gratifying and the taste delivers every time.

Showers are good. Perhaps not as good as bacon, but good.

Eating next to a twenty-foot-long crocodile took some getting used to, but Philip was well trained. He only ate bacon, stray waterfowl, and the occasional invading monster.

She kissed me, and I decided that I was glad too. A kiss in the sunset and the promise of a good bacon cheeseburger – with that kind of payoff, who needs immortality?

They had puddled in the floorboards and they poured out onto the pavement like the jackpot from the Devil's slot machine, the bugs raining down with a sound like frying bacon.

Right there— the hope of bacon is a reason to love life.

All good intellects have repeated, since Bacon's time, that there can be no real knowledge but which is based on observed facts.

Ever since she had become my Manager, my raises had become smaller and smaller. The last raise had been a huge leech shaped like a helmet. It was meant to suck all the bad thoughts out of your head. It smelled like bacon, which seemed promising. I had invited Mord and Leer over to my apartment and we'd fried it up in a skillet. I'd gotten a week's worth of sandwiches out of it.

Breakfast is my favorite meal. I cook a big one for everyone - bacon and eggs. I own a lot of eggcups.

Do you think that's, like, REAL bacon?" I whispered to Sydney and Dimitri. "And not like squirrel or something?" "Looks real to me," said Dimitri. "I'd say so too", said Sydney "Though, I guarantee it's from their own pigs and not a grocery store." Dimitri laughed at whatever expression crossed my face. "I always love seeing what worries you. Strigoi? No. Questionable food? Yes.

Good God," I said. "This is the most stereotypical vampire food ever." "Only if it was raw. What do you think?" "It's good," I said reluctantly. Who knew that bacon would have made all the difference? "Really good. I think you have a promising future as a housewife while Lissa works and makes millions of dollars." "Funny, that's exactly my dream.

The little pig began to pray But Wolfie blew his house away. He shouted, Bacon, Pork, and Ham! Oh what a lucky wolf I am! And though he ate the pig quite fast, He carefully kept the tail till last.

Sure, there were a few more duct-taped tears in the vinyl seats, a few new dings in the fiberglass surfboards lining the walls, but the bacon was still crisp and pancakes were available twenty-four hours a day, the way the good Lord intended.

My copy of Hall's 'Secret Teachings of All Ages' has a really neat picture of Shakespeare with an onionskin engraving of Bacon that you can lay over it to see what Shakespeare would have looked like in a fruity hat. I truly recommend this book.)

Grabbing a cookie sheet, she lined it with parchment, then arranged the bacon slices flat across the bottom and sprinkled them with brown sugar. After placing the pan in the oven, she programmed the temperature to four hundred, set the timer for seventeen minutes, and started on the pancakes.

The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.

Culture is the possibility and impossibility that bacon and fruit can appear on the same plate.

As I've said many times, the only way to stay trim is to eat bacon.