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Makin' Bacon With Mr. Willoughby

I do most of the cooking around here, but Mr. Willoughby is the grill master and breakfast chef. A while back he decided to combine the two and make bacon on the grill. It's fantastic! We don't make bacon very often, but when we make it in the oven or on the cooktop, the house smells like it for hours afterward. Plus, who wants to clean up the greasy mess? The grill method also works well if you need to make a large amount of bacon at one time.


Here's what Mr. Willoughby does: Preheat your gas grill to high. Tear off two 24 inch sheets of aluminum foil and stack one on top of the other. Fold the edges up to contain the grease. Lay bacon on the foil in a single layer and place on the grill. Close the top and let the bacon cook for 5-10 minutes. Check to see if it's done to desired crispness. If not, continue to cook for several more minutes, opening the lid and checking frequently. When the bacon is done, turn off grill and remove strips to serving platter. Enjoy your bacon while it's warm. Leave the foil on the grill until it's cool and the grease has coagulated. Dispose of foil.




Mmmmmmm, bacon!

Comments

BashfulToast said…
You made bacon this morning!? I would have rather had your cooking then Dennys!! Oh well. Ill be over for dinner! lol
Heidi said…
My dad makes the very best bacon on the grill. Put some bbq sauce on it while it's grilling. It's out of this world. You won't be disappointed...it really is amazing. We always grilled it with another meat because the bbq bacon never made it to the table.
Mmmmmm bacon! I really want some now...
Lissaloo said…
What a GREAT idea! I am going to give this a try next time we do bacon, thanks for sharing this :)

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