I was told a story a little bit ago of the craving of Bacon And Eggs.  It has comedy, tragedy and even a little danger.

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One night after a few drinks and pushing the last call, my friend had a craving.  Having been drinking all night, the sensation of intoxication was slowly fusing with the sensation of hunger.  When you are drunk and hungry you get a craving.  A strong craving that only can only be resolved by late night grease consumption. Bacon and Eggs to the rescue.

Racing against the clock, he left the bar and ran to the nearest grocery store.  With 2:00am  slowly approaching his cunning and determination mimicked the show “Double Dare” or Super Market Sweep as he raced through the store picking up:

• Bacon
• Eggs
• Hash Browns and…
• A six pack of beer

Rushing to the check out stand he slammed all the items on the counter trying to beat the 2:00am closing time/last sale of alcohol deadline.  The clerk behind the counter gave him a look and responded to his actions.  She said,

“I’m sorry we’re closed and I can’t sell you the beer.”

He responded with desperation and hunger in his voice with,

“But, it’s Bacon and Eggs!”

With the store about to close, both of them stared each other down.  Have you ever watched an old western where the bad guy and the good guy are in the center of town about to have a quick draw?  Do you know that part when it’s all about to go down?  Where you know someone is going down?  Well, thanks to the aide of bacon, eggs, hash browns, and beer the clerk back downed and started to ring up all the items.

Beep, beep, beep went the scanner and the night was slowly unfolding to become one of those nights.  As money exchanged hands, the sensation of late night food had been festering inside a drunk belly  and a fatigued liver.  With bag in hand, my friend raced home to do some late night cooking.

Having the feeling of accomplishment of obtaining the prize.  He then began the process cooking his rewards.  Still a little tipsy he began to prepare items and heat things  up.  While things were getting warmed up, he began to decompress at home.  Being at home and still a little drunk he began to cook while under the influence.  Well…one thing lead to another and for some strange reason smoke and burning started to occur.  Bacon was starting to turn black and smoke started to rise from the stove.

He began to freak out.  Smoke alarms were going off and the precious bacon and eggs were diminishing in the heat of the stove.  This killed the pleasant buzz he was feeling sobering him up quickly.  He was in full freak out mode just trying to handle the situation of burning food, loud smoke alarms, and trying not to involve the Fire Department and sleeping neighbors.

After a hectic start and half a package of bacon later, he did finally manage to clean up the mess and salvage enough food edible enough to eat.

The things we do for Bacon and Eggs!