clarification

Possibly you read the blog last night {or this morning} and noticed my slight mention of rancid bacon.  While it's highly unlikely you're now left with the impression that my mom is--A} trying to kill my dad or B} a horrible cook who serves us spoiled food, she would like me to clarify a few points.

• The bacon was not technically rancid.  I might have stretched the truth a little, but hey sometimes I need to spice up a story.  Call it artistic liberty.  The bacon was, however, grey once cooked and it did have a slightly odd odor.  Not something I thought we should consume.
• My mom ate a piece of the aforementioned bacon and is still living.  Granted anyone who grew up in my grandmother's house has a Teflon tummy...
• The culinary abilities of my mother are superior.  I learned to cook by sitting on our kitchen counter and watching her.  She has never {to my knowledge} made anyone sick with her food.