Who Ordered The Bacon?

One of the perks of our decadent trip to Cabo was a chef that came to the house every morning and cooked us an amazing breakfast of whatever we wanted.

Here we are getting ready to dig in one morning.


Now don't get me wrong, I loved living like a Rock Star with my every whim catered to. But someone in our group loved them the bacon and must have requested it. Because every morning there would be a huge plate of fried pig meat.

A beautiful spread of Huevo Rancheros - and a plate of bacon

A traditional mexican dish, Chilaquiles - and a plate of bacon

I ate more bacon in Mexico of all places then I've eaten over the last three years in the good ole USA. And I loved every bite.