Sometime this afternoon, I'll be heading off to the butcher. I'm literally going to be bringing home the bacon. Tonight, my friends and I will attempt to cross yet another culinary boundary by making...

Wait for it...

chicken-fried bacon.

I imagine I'm going to need to get a reasonably thick cut piece, which isn't something you can find in your average grocery store. I also imagine I'm going to need to get my arteries scraped after eating it. This should be interesting...