Yes, we have no bacon

Shockingly, there was no bacon this weekend, as Dr. D was away and Cin, the Kiwi and I were seeing Leonard Cohen in concert. It was an excellent concert, for all that it was lacking in pork products. Cohen had a phenomenal amount of energy; the man played for three and a half hours. I think his encore set was six or seven songs long.

Less enthused: the fidgety kid sitting next to me, who had clearly been dragged there by his mom. He might have been 15, and was clearly so over it by half an hour in. I mention him because his hot dog may have contained a certain amount of pork in it, so the closest I got to baconesque items might have been the mustard he dripped on the sleeve of my leather jacket.

Also, desperation forced us to McDonald's for dinner, but I simply could not bring myself to order a bacon double cheeseburger. My arteries seized at the very thought. Apparently my compatriots felt the same way.

So, in lieu of recipe, I offer you this tidbit just lifted from my television:

Axe is now making a bath puff for men. Except they've called it a "shower tool." And it's red and black.



Now that is manly.