Ok, I'm going to try something new today and type using proper capitalization. This is per Stone Groove, who pronounced his distaste for my distaste of the shift key when we were last in lovely Silver Spring. Anyway, shit, I just got my new shipment of bacon today from Dulin and Son. It's hickory smoked and looks delicious, but shock of all shocks, the previous month's shipment remains untouched in our refridgerator! I can't believe I've fallen behind. The only remedy is for someone to have a party so I can make my now famous bacon dip and use up some slices.
Also, if anyone from the Grateful Palate is reading this, I would like to nominate myself as Ms. Bacon of the Month Club. I think I have single-handedly increased your subscriptions ten-fold through positive word of mouth and Bibimbop postings. For my services I only ask that I receive a lifetime membership to the Bacon of the Month Club and a sash. I promise to fulfill my duties to the best of my abilities, to never debase smoke meats, and really make you ever so proud. I have lots of ideas but can only share if named MSOTMC.
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