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Baked Bacon Hack

I definitely have a thing for pork breakfast products. And where I can eat me some sausage with gravy and biscuits, I enjoy a good piece of simple bacon. But here’s my twist, I do not want the bacon that’s cooked crispy and nearly burned bacon you get from a frying pan. I want my bacon roasted in the oven until the fat solidifies into that melt-in-your-mouth goodness and the ham part retains a little chewiness. I am a bacon snob.

When I used to work in restaurants, the wait staff would get in immense trouble when caught snitching bacon off those great big baking trays as they were prepped for lunch’s BLTs. It was like candy waiting for a passersby. And these was done in the oven. Hmmm.

Here’s how my bacon hack is done.

raw bacon

A hot oven, maybe 400 – 425 degrees.

Line a baking sheet in parchment paper and fold the edges so that the grease doesn’t necessarily have to seep all over the pan.

raw bacon stovetop on Shalavee.com

Line up your bacon on the paper and put on the middle rack of the oven.

Start checking for doneness at 10 minutes.

cooked bacon stovetop on Shalavee.com

It needs to be dark enough and cooked solid enough to hold straight when drained. If you take it out and drain it and it seems too limp, stick it back in for another couple of minutes.

Simple, no spatters, and it melts in your mouth.

Baked bacon on Shalavee.com

 

Baked bacon, it’s what’s for breakfast.

 

Our Weekend In Pictures

I thought I’d leave the blog this week with snapshots from our busy busy weekend past.

We had Library appreciation Day and a birthday party nearly two hours away for my friend Claudia’s miracle baby Noah. 

And the first day of 8 weeks of Soccer “lessons”.

bouncy ride at library appreciation day from Shalavee.com

bouncy ride at library appreciation day from Shalavee.com

Hanging out with Ivory in the bouncy thing

Library appreciation Day on Shalavee.com

This guy playing with Fiona almost broke my heart

clean and ready on Shalavee.com

Freshly bathed for the party

Mommy's vanity on Shalavee.com

Mommy’s vanity, scene to these crimes

Fiona at the Little Gym Birthday party for Noah

Baby calisthenics

Happy Birthday Noah on Shalavee.com

The Birthday boy is the one with the binky in his mouth

Mama Claudia , Happy Birthday Noah on Shalavee.com

Noah’s mamacita Claudia

courthouse green playing on Shalavee.com

Playing on the Courthouse Green

peek a boo at the courthouse in Denton, MD on Shalavee.com

Peek A Boo at the courthouse in Denton

She's ready for her close up on Shalavee.com

She ready for her close up

Boy shoptime on Shalavee.com

 Shop time with the boys

Pooped from the weekend on Shalavee.com Fiona’s tuckered out while Eamon plays soccer

I may have thrown a few in from a previous weekend. But what seems mundane as you live it becomes more interesting later.

So there you go.

Hope your weekend is just as you want it.

Either filled with fun or really boring and relaxing.

Too Many Aspirations and Expectations

My numerous aspirations and expectations and absolutes are a few of my favorite weapons of self-destruction adding to the slow but certain loss of my mind. What’s left is now being eaten away slowly by my toddler and 9-year-old. I am left to spin in circles with the one foot nailed down, drooling like some captured Mommy Zombie groaning, “Brains, brains”. Because these brains are what I seem to be lacking and in need of replacement these days.

My arsenal of self defeat is well stocked with a life time of my weapons of self-destruction. The over used expectometer seems to have me thinking that many things are doable when in fact they really aren’t. Like my recent vacation that wasn’t relaxing because kids + vacation time may not equal that relaxation you equate with a vacation. The booby trap I fall for every time is the concept that I’m super Mom and I’ll be able to accomplish all my household and blog tasks, or those thrown at me by my husband (“Can you go get, go mail, or call blank?”), fulfill the instantaneous needs of my children (she’s fallen and is crying again for the tenth time TODAY), aaannndd take on a DIY project that involves a sewing machine. The expectometer will self destruct in five…four…three…two… Kablewie.

water guns from Shalavee.com

The regular imbibing of tonic water and my Absolutes gets me thinking that before I get to do/enjoy A, I must first be done with B. I can’t… read a book…redecorate that room…or go out with a friend…until I’ve…cleaned the house…balanced the checkbook… or decided what my purpose in life is. There’s contingencies I’m tripping over everywhere. If you did this to a kid, you’d be the meanest parent ever. For real, you would be. You can’t have this until you do that. Eventually the kid concedes he’ll just never get anything because the bar keeps getting moved. And he gives up on him/herself, figuring he/she is no longer worth the struggle.

And then there’s my many many many numerous aspirations. Nothing is wrong with wanting more in one’s life. But when everything you want to do is constantly piled high as the sky on this platter, you end up feeling overwhelmed and under-capable. I’ve got people, projects, and changes that need to happen in my To-Do line up. And my system for scheduling and delegation to even handle the daily tasks sucks. So imagine when you throw all the other ‘change the world’ stuff on top. Then it becomes me who sucks. Dispersed and frustrated, I can never feel like I am getting anywhere. How Ya' Doin' from Shalavee.com

Lastly, there’s my lack of boundaries. This inability to decide when to say no, who to say no to, and what to toss out of my antiquated lifestyle and system management, leaves me raw. Because there’s just not enough time or energy in the day for all of it. And I fear Mommy’s zombie brain will begin taking others out with her.

I am going to focus on systems now, writing it all down, practice saying no to everyone including myself, and figure out a way to be OK with not being on top of it all always. And if things are unfinished or screwed up, I’m going to practice letting go. Practice makes perfect. And dismantling a well established arsenal takes time.

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