A Prayer of Thanksgiving
Father, thank you for the gift of bacon; for the pigs you created, and whatever junk they eat to make their flesh so delicious. Thank you for the physics of fire and the chemical reaction that takes place when we put meat over it. Thank you for the inspiration and ingenuity of the first people to consider cutting a pig up really thin and frying it in its own fat, and their generousity in sharing it with others. Thank you most of all for the ability to appreciate the sumptuous flavour as it hits the tongue for the first time in the day, and that “oh yeah,” moment of perfect contentment. If you had only given us bacon and not your son, we would still have more than enough reason to praise you!