Of course it all starts with bacon. While shopping for snacks for the long trip to Vegas it occurred to me that I could buy some bacon, fry it up the night before and we would have something to eat in the morning on the way there. So I bought a large pack and that was that, until at least I opened my fridge earlier tonight and realized I had bought three pounds of bacon. Three. We keep saying that by the end of this trip we are all going to die but who knew it would be from heart disease?