after we finished (aw) snapping our photos, our trek back took us close to benton’s bacon in madisonville. did we stop by? are you kidding? i contained my excitement as we walked into the modest storefront. once you step through their portal, the wonderful smell of smoked goodness fills your senses. although visually there’s not much to see, the aroma tells a different story. when i was asked i could be helped, i immediately told the fellow, “i need bacon!”
“how much?”
hmm, what a question? i really hadn’t considered a limited amount. but i knew i wanted a slab. i asked rationally, “how much is it?”
he told me the price per pound. i pondered for a moment and knew he needed an answer. so i uttered, “twenty pounds.” unphased, the benton’s butcher turned and walked toward the back. in a moment, he returned carrying a slab and a half. he loaded it on the scale and told me it was close to twenty pounds. i told him that was fine.
benton’s bacon redefines how i rate the taste of bacon. my senses have been re-calibrated to a high level of quality. everything else pales in comparison. i don’t think i can eat regular bacon again.