A family breakfast custom of ours that has evolved is bacon and eggs on Sunday mornings. And just to add a nice white trash element to it, I pretty much always cook the bacon on the grill. Well, in a cast iron skillet on the grill. Oh yeah. Doesn't matter if it is 30 degrees and snowing. I'm out there on Sunday mornings grilling my bacon. I bet the neighbors think I am one weird woman. (That sort of thing just "isn't done" in my neighborhood -- "sniff.") But as much as I love me some bacon, I really cannot tolerate the mess it makes of my stovetop and kitchen.
I usually make each of us a hard fried egg and toast and construct each of us an egg and bacon sandwich. It is a favorite of Sami's. And yesterday she was contemplating the name of the sandwich, and she's all, "I get the 'bacon' part of an achin' and bacon sandwich. But what does 'achin' mean?" I said, "Honey, it is called an egg and bacon sandwich. You kind of changed it into 'achin' and bacon' when you say it." I think we'll just start calling it that.
