My little boy is a pretty lucky kid. He ate at more world-ranked BBQ joints before the age of one than most people do in their whole lives, and at some of those more than once. He spends most of his time while I am on the grill or smoker with his nose pressed up against the patio door glass. He's a kid who loves his 'cue. Unsurprisingly, he also loves bacon (and now my Bacon Burnt Ends) and eats them with glee and an expression on his mug that we've come to jokingly call "bacon face".
Given ...
