Yesterday 25 lbs. of bacon arrived in my kitchen via my son whom I often refer to as my pack mule for all the supplies he has huffed up the stairs to my apartment over the years. After we appropriated several slices each for further use, I sliced the rest into one inch pieces, filling roughly six one-gallon bags plus about 3/4 of a quart bag to be used when canning baked beans.
So I am off to the kitchen to start browning the bacon, packing it into half pint jars and running it through the pressure canner. I have no clue how long this process will take, but I hope to resurface by Monday.
Have yourselves a lovely weekend.
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