Bacon on Fire

My husband likes burned bacon.  It’s true.  We don’t have bacon very often but when we do, he would love it if I would blacken it.  I’m fine with cooking it really well done but I don’t like to purposely destroy food and can’t bring myself to actually burn it — though ironically, my own grilled cheese sandwich got dangerously close to being charred a few minutes ago because I wasn’t paying attention as I sat here writing this.  When my husband is in a restaurant ordering breakfast, he has been known to ask that the cook burn the bacon. Some places assure him that they will, yet no one actually ever has — no one that is, except one person at a Holiday Inn in Pocatello, Idaho a few years ago.  He was thrilled.  I swear that I catch him when we’re planning trips, looking at the map for routes that angle down through southern Idaho.