I bought some bacon back in 2020 during a rare foray out to a store. It was the height of the first wave of the pandemic at the time, and we were getting almost every thing delivered to our house. I grabbed the essentials and then tossed a pack of their store-brand maple-cured bacon into the basket as well because, well, bacon.
A couple of days later I paid a visit to our local butcher shop, and they had some of their thick-cut bacon on sale, so I grabbed a pound of that. When I got home, I tossed the other bacon into the freezer for another time.
And that was the last I saw of it until a week ago.
It's not that I haven't searched for it over the ensuing months. I would remember the bacon and go digging for it, but for the life of me I couldn't find it. I began to wonder if I was gas lighting myself, and questioned if I had ever actually bought bacon at all. I might have dreamt it. Or I might have intended to buy bacon and didn't.
When I was sifting through the freezer for something else last week, I found the bacon. It wasn't hidden - it was right on top. I have no idea how I could have missed it in previous searches. I tossed it into the refrigerator to thaw yesterday, and this morning I cut up a couple of slices to make a breakfast bagel.
It is definitely much thinner-sliced than the bacon we typically buy, but it packs a serious flavour punch. It helps that I am a fan of maple-cured bacon. I'd be okay with buying this again.