Thursday, June 21, 2012

Into The Wild


How do you get a sleepyhead out of bed? Entice him with bacon!  


My Beloved had had a long, emotional day saying a final farewell to his first wife, who succumbed to pancreatic cancer a couple of weeks ago. There was a full day of services, first spreading her ashes on Ring Mountain in the morning, then a church service in the afternoon, followed by a dinner at her house with all the family and several close friends. When we fell into bed that evening, I knew he'd be out for the count.


We were lucky. So often in cases of divorce, there is bitterness between the former partners, and even the kids get dragged into the emotional quagmire. Somehow, we all found not only peace within ourselves but we even forged a cordial friendship in which we were all able to share in the family fun. I guess I'd have to admit the road to our friendship wasn't without its bumps and potholes, but we all were determined to make a go of it, and we did. We shared adorable grandchildren pictures, laughed over family stories together, and generally got on with our lives.


So, when we lost her, it was a blow to My Beloved, who had shared 25 years and two children with her, and to me, who had shared graduations, Christmases and weddings with her over the past 15 years. 


The next morning after her memorials, I awoke earlier than My Beloved and left him still snuggled down in the covers with only his head showing. I read my email, checked my blogs, and looked at Facebook, and he was still asleep. I had purchased some wild boar bacon on a whim last time we went to Baron's, and decided to cook it as a treat for him. He came out of the bedroom just a few minutes later, saying that the scent of frying bacon had tickled him awake, even with the bedroom door closed.


This bacon was leaner than most, leaving just a thin film of grease in the bottom of the pan. It was quite salty, not very smoky, not at all sweet, and very meaty. Because it was hand sliced, the pieces varied in thickness, but none of it got crisp.  Lucky thing, as My Beloved likes his bacon soft. 


I can't say there was any particular wildness to the taste, it was more of a textural difference, similar to the difference between pastured chicken and chickens raised in coops. It was chewier and a little tougher, more of a mouthful, and utterly delicious. Well, duh... it's bacon, and bacon is always delicious.


Hunt some up.

5 Comments:

Blogger Greg said...

Bacon is like pheromones for men. ;)

Thursday, June 21, 2012  
Blogger katiez said...

I've never found boar to be significantly different in taste from pork, either. Color and texture, yes. Mon mari's first wife has joined us for our last 2 family reunions (they're a week long). Life is so much easier when everyone gets along.... so sorry for your loss.

Friday, June 22, 2012  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Greg, you're so right! Perfect!

KatieZ, I'm glad you can enjoy the whole family as we were able to. Thanks for the kind words.

Friday, June 22, 2012  
Blogger cookiecrumb said...

"Wild" boars are raised on farms now. Don't suppose their flesh gets too gamey.
(Did the two of you eat that skilletful?)

Friday, June 22, 2012  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Cookiecrumb, oh, interesting about the raising of "wild boars!" I didn't know that.

Friday, June 22, 2012  

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