the bacon method

I love bacon.

I know I live in Southern California where some people think eating bacon is wrong or something, but I am not on that page.

I grew up on a farm, and my dad worked for a meat company, so it wasn't odd to come home to a pig hanging from the tractor. Gruesome imagery, but that was my life. And it was fun to have someone in the car with me when we drove up to that sight because they were typically horrified.

I have a healthy relationship with animals: we raise 'em and eat 'em.

All that brings me to bacon.

The worst thing about bacon is when it's frying in the pan, and it gets on your clothes because you forgot to put on an apron like the Southern Belle you weren't raised to be.

But, I have found a solution to this problem:

The Bacon Method

I need to give full credit to where it is due, so I have to shout out my coworker, Michael Chan, for introducing me to what will forever be the way I cook bacon. He also told me I had to get a certain pan in order to really have the best bacon. I ordered it yesterday, so be looking for an update in the future!

  1. Put bacon on a baking pan.
    I typically call this a cookie sheet, but in the context of bacon, it felt weird.
  2. Put baking pan in the oven.
    No, you don't wait for the oven to preheat! Put that cold baking pan in the cold oven!
  3. Set the oven to 400 degrees.
    I set my oven to 425--seems to get the job done better. So, test and see.
  4. Set your timer to go off after 20 minutes.
    I set my oven to go off after 25 minutes because Aaron loves crispy bacon, and I love him.
  5. Once your timer goes off, remove the baking pan, and put bacon on a plate lined with paper towels then pour that grease in a mason jar and let it cool before you put on the lid.
    I had stopped saving bacon grease until I went home last month. I will now and forever save it because of eggs and gravy. Oil just doesn't cut it.

That's about as simple as it gets. I wake up a lot of mornings and have breakfast ready in 25 minutes without having to pull out my apron like a proper lady.

It's the bessssst.