So I’m talking to my Mom the other day, and she tells me she ran into this couple while she was out snowshoeing on trail in northern MI. They got to talking, and this guy makes his own bacon. Would my mom like to try some? Sure, she says.
Gets home, cooks the bacon, and it’s fabulous. Maple smoked, thick, sweet and wonderful.
Does she save me any? Nope. She and my dad ate it all.
I told her to back to that trail and stay there until she sees that couple again.
So, your parents swing ? (I can’t be the only one to decipher that oh-so-obvious "wanna try some bacon" line, can I?)