Grilled bacon is the best bacon. Also, today I discovered that since both my IG accounts were hacked a year ago, a great stack of perfectly nice people were set as blocked (some here, some @smittenkitchen) If you ever thought I blocked you, I did not. I think I cleared them all out now. Welcome back?
Assuming you’re a person who loves bacon — not a terribly hard summit to scale, given that it’s crispy, salty, and bad for you, or basically three of the only good reasons to eat anything — I am going to go out on a limb and assume you do not eat it as often as you want to and only some of this has to do with arterial health.
The fact is that unless you life in a massive house with one of those professional ranges and venting systems, frying up bacon on a lazy Saturday morning all but guarantees you will wake up on Sunday, take a deep breath, and think whatever the opposite of “Mmm, day-old bacon grease — my favorite!” is. Or worse, someone might come over on Monday and wonder if you saved them a piece.