Yesterday saw the balcony alive with the smell of hickory (so much so that I could not hang out the washing).
Yes, after curing in the fridge for a week, it was Bacon Day!
After several hours locked away in the kettle (with careful monitoring of the remote thermometer by Bessie and Don) it looked like bacon, smelled like bacon and … tasted like bacon!
Actually, it tasted like amazingly good bacon.
The only difficulty was cutting to sufficient thinness – despite the ultra-sharp knives which can shave the hair from your arm. I see some sort of deli-cutting device in our futures.