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Article: Mmm, Bacon.(First Tracks)(Column)(Editorial)
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- March 1, 2005
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Byline: Marc Peruzzi/Editor-In-Chief
Unlike Jules Winnfield, Samuel L. Jackson's character in Pulp Fiction, I dig on swine. O swine, how I dig thee. And never does that filthy animal tempt so strongly as when its gifted bacon undulates, bubbling and snapping on a cast iron griddle, on a Coleman stove, with the morning light slowly waking nearby corn snow from its icy, granulated slumber. If said bacon is performing its serenade at a plush car-camping site surrounded by big peaks striped with skiable chutes, well, I'm in hog heaven.
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