What Goes Around . . .

I was at the brewpub the other night when one of the guys that works there came up to me out of the blue and said "Try this bacon!" OK, I like bacon, so I tasted it. It was pretty good, cooked nicely, not too limp, not too crisp. "Hey," I said, "that was pretty good."

The pub apparently gives the spent grain from the brewing process to a local farmer, who feeds the pigs with it. The bacon was from one of those pigs.

So, circle of life or something. Only not so much for the pig.