as we frequented albertson's for liquor and meats, alan brought up the idea of grilling steak with bacon on top, so jess said let's get tri-tip and we scurried in our pink butterfly cart all the way to the cash register (maureen wanted boones strawberry daquiri, no one heard, only got one bottle but if i knew what it had tasted like i would have gotten three), scurried over to dom's bumbling bug to pick up some weeds and then, well
then we poured some chardonnay (the first swig was too much to handle)
the girls chopped up onions and garlic,
we watched the bacon sizzle in the pan, first batch was good
second batch, cooked the bacon in its own grease, accompanied by its friends garlic and onions (doug had to eat liver and onions, went to the old west it was such an adventure)
dom and i were in heaven
the rest of them didn't know why, we gobbled the first and second helpings right up, standing next to maureen with plates in our hands, big smiles on our faces, ready for the next serving to come
we then threw the steak into the pan of grease
shuffled it around and ate

we talked as though we would always eat this,
thinking our own fathers had known about this when they were young,
"aren't you mad about that? that they never told us?"
so we decided to do it to our own sons, and when they would tell us how they found the delicious bacon grease combo we would put our arms around their shoulders, turn on the tv and pop in a video of us at nineteen, eating our perfect meal,
drinking hefe weizen
laughing loudly, applauding our cooks
the boys never really pitching in but absolutely in love
"we've been eating that this whole time!!"

and our sons would understand
laugh but be mad for a bit
and then decide to do it to sons of their own