My husband made some as soon as he walked through the door. He got home much later last night. By the time he finished cooking it, he and I both forgot I asked for some. I woke up this morning and found my bacon sitting on the counter. It's all good though, because this is the first time I've had bacon in months. If the boys are feeling better tomorrow, I will go to my FILs for dinner. I guess that means no bacon.