Because I have been cooking steaks on the cast iron griddle with the flat iron, I thought, hmm, maybe I should replenish the greasy goodness on the surface of the griddle. So I thawed out the bacon, and had a BLT. Yummy. I _thought_ I had run the fan long enough, but since then, every time I leave the house and return, I go, hmmm, still smells like bacon in here. Oh well. I only known one person with a pork allergy, and she is safely ensconced in Seattle. Presumably the airborne bacon will be gone before she next visits.
The snow pants I ordered for A. have arrived, along with a friend's recommendation to check out Costco for pink snowveralls. I think R. will do that tomorrow, while I am at the dentist.