First World Problems

 I like bacon. Moderation, right?! I'll often cook up a package, and have a couple pieces on my bagel in the morning over the week. Cream cheese and strawberry jam, too! 

You can bake it, or broil it. This is the way my mom cooked it: broiling, except closer to the broiler.

I like to do cook my bacon with a little electric pan I bought at an online auction! I love this. I pack the cooked bacon in a container and pluck them out in the morning. 

What I noticed is that it took me far less to cook it all. I went on line to look it up. They are about the same price, but one has 500g in it! My package has 375 g in it. I didn't remember, but this began in 2014 when there was a pork virus. 

Bacon packages shrink as pork prices soar

2014–Packages of bacon at stores such as Cantor's Meats in Winnipeg have slimmed down from 500 grams to 375 grams in recent months, in an attempt to limit price sticker shock. 

Noticing that I went to a local store's webpage. 

I know, first world problems! 

🐸I am excited, as I won a draw. We were out and about doing the Western Chorus Frog survey in April of this year after a break. They had a draw for swag, and I was the winner.  

I was a worker this week, too. This branch was likely to whack me if I didn't take it down.

Hard to say when we'll see the first frost, meantime...

I thought this was funny! You can read about the bike and vehicle turnovers. 

Ticks

After heat and drought, Cinnamon brought me a tick on Wednesday. They seemed to have died down. It was a nymph, really teeny. Such is rural life. We stuck it in the tick jar, with some rubbing alcohol. 

It's not been too bad for ticks. Ticks will be around until frost. 

🚲P.S. Our cyclist friend, Rick, has made it a long way. Bow, N.H., with some more to go! You can follow him on Facebook. Or read about his adventure here in Lanark County! 

P.P.S. miniFred has settled into a routine. She shows no signs of moving out. Unlike mother, Fred. 

She get up around noon, and seems to wait until things warm up from our cool nights.

Bacon and crock pots

I like the change over to fall. The leaves shushing under your feet. I can trace the path of the wild turkeys, as they scrape away the leaves, searching for bugs. We're up to 30 ticks this month. The cats have had their treatments. I'm happy to see the turkeys doing their jobs.


People are preparing for Hallowe'en! JB paused his meal deliveries yesterday, to take a photo or two!


Hooper and Daisy. I think Hooper was looking for mice friends. Daisy was watching Hooper. I sent her off.


Bird feeders are filled. The water barrel is shut down for winter. Dahlias rescued from the cold and put to bed. Farewell!


Indoors, time to get some food and nutrition. I love the fall, when food simmers all day, filling your senses, and your soul, with a comforting meal at the end of a day. I had a recipe, a common one, something I converted to prepare in the crock pot. It was cabbage roll casserole. Basically, everything you put into a cabbage roll, but chopped up, and thrown into the pot, to get acquainted all day. The recipe began with sauteing the bacon, and then the onions. I decided to forego the bacon, and throw the rest into the pot, and hope for the best. It turned out well.
Crock pot meals... what is your favourite?

Bacon– here's the skinny!

So, the next day, I decided to cook up the bacon for lunches. There didn't seem to be much. I'd thought about it over the years. I often cook it all up. It lessens the clean-up! After my sandwich, there wasn't much left. I looked at the package: 375 gm = 0.8 lb.  There are 454 gm in a pound. Crikey. For the same price point...



Well, I figured it out. It began in 2014.

Bacon packages shrink as pork prices soar

2014–Packages of bacon at stores such as Cantor's Meats in Winnipeg have slimmed down from 500 grams to 375 grams in recent months, in an attempt to limit price sticker shock. 

It's not just bacon, either.

Small size, big business: Why companies are shrinking product sizes ...

Of course, there are higher costs. That is life. The deceit is what shocks me. I want a full pound, as I want leftovers.