My family used to go to the beach every summer with our cousins. My mom would normally wind up cooking a lot of the meals, whether that was by her own choice or not. One thing my cousins couldn’t get over was her bacon. They called it “Aunt Mary Bacon,” and didn’t understand why it tasted so much better than what their mom made for them. As I got older, I found out their mom only let them eat turkey bacon at home, and my mom was serving up the real stuff. READ MORE...