I blame Matt. I also blame Fergus.In a week involving non-stop salami and the hypnotic display of roasting pigs on a spit, I had pork on the brain.I’m a pig that way.I’d like to think this is why I could not stop thinking about bacon last weekend, and why, when brainstorming a dessert–my favourite pasttime–to bring to Simon’s luncheon, I’m thinking cupcakes. With chocolate. And bacon. Mother
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