Obamacare Can’t Compare To Bacon

I’m still feeling under the weather. Functioning, but not firing on all cylinders yet.

Mrs. Curmudgeon kindly made me a cure all. She took a huge pork roast, wrapped it in bacon, and then slathered it in bourbon, maple syrup, and other things (I have no idea what). She parked it in the crock-pot for a many hours. All day long it smelled like heaven. (If heaven doesn’t have bacon I ‘aint going there.) No matter how crappy I felt I couldn’t help but smile with anticipation.

It was delicious.

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15 Responses to Obamacare Can’t Compare To Bacon

  1. wibble says:

    If bacon and the smell of it cooking cannot make you drool and smile in anticipation then clinically you are dead!

  2. P2 says:

    Good to see you’re still among the living……

  3. cspschofield says:

    My favorite easy pork dish is butterflied bomeless pork chops covered with chopped onions and heinz chili sauce. Bake at 250 for a couoke of hours.

    You can add just enough red wine to wash wash out the chili sauce bottle(s) if it occurs to you.

  4. CenTexTim says:

    under the weather = bad

    pork roast + bacon + bourbon = good (and double-good to Mrs. C.)

    FWIW, I find that hot peppers (cayenne, jalapeno, chipolte, etc.) fix me up better than obamacare.

    Hope you feel well soon.

  5. Robert says:

    “If heaven doesn’t have bacon” then you ain’t where you think you are. There better be some dogs, too; real ones, not those yappy little ankle biter neurotics. Keep getting better.

  6. Tennessee Budd says:

    Damn, Og, that should be reserved for when you feel good & can appreciate it!
    Right now, Jewish penicillin, the redneck kind: thick, chunky, vegetable-laden soup made from a chicken dead not more than half a day (no offense to Mrs. Og or yourself, but any woman not willing to kill, clean & cook a chicken for you ain’t worth having anyhow–it’s a good test).

  7. Tennessee Budd says:

    Sorry, I meant Mrs. Mudge–I just got here from Og’s, & am feeling a bit under the weather myself. It makes one’s thinking a bit foggy, as you know.
    Alas (well, not really), I got rid of the last woman awhile back, so I have to feed myself. Not new–I was the better cook of the 2 of us, so for 11 years I did all the cooking anyway.

  8. Phil B says:

    that woman is a keeper, sure enough!

    can I borrow her for a while. Please? Pretty Please? >};o)

  9. rapnzl rn says:

    So, fess up. Does the age-old adage about ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ also apply to immune systems? Inquiring minds……
    Just when we think our immune systems finally outgrew the grandkids…..the Virus From Hades leaves us Wimpy Ad Infinitum…..I know this beast. You’ll be back to normal before you realize it, no matter how long it takes.

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