When I was pregnant with my daughter, I absolutely craved bacon. Toward the end of the pregnancy, I would lie in bed and shout "Bacon!" to my poor husband in whatever part of the house that he happened to be in, and because he's the best man who ever lived, he would gallantly fry it up and bring it in to me. The midwife and doctor agreed that I could have it up to three times a week, and it was heavenly. Pepper bacon is my favorite.
