I ponder this thought. The end of days is come and gone... martial law is in place... Nevermind the circumstances getting me to this, but I'm in the middle of nowhere, hungry.... starving even. I have nothing but half a tomato, some greens that narrowly resemble lettuce, two packets of mayo, what's probably the last two slices of bread on earth, an M60 and cart full of ammo. I've seen nothing living for days. I come across a pound of bacon. Please don't ask the thought tangent which took me here...
For discussion:
For what ever reason, fire is out of the question.
Should I
A) eat the makings of a potentially most appreciated BLT individually and chew thru the uncooked bacon?
B)
load up the 60, popping off shots at whatever does move, and cook the bacon on the barrel to make the most appreciated BLT ever?
Bonus:
Theoretically, how many rounds would it take to get the bacon just perfectly crispy? Not crunchy, just crispy.
For discussion:
For what ever reason, fire is out of the question.
Should I
A) eat the makings of a potentially most appreciated BLT individually and chew thru the uncooked bacon?
B)
load up the 60, popping off shots at whatever does move, and cook the bacon on the barrel to make the most appreciated BLT ever?Bonus:
Theoretically, how many rounds would it take to get the bacon just perfectly crispy? Not crunchy, just crispy.
. You need to attend a "woodland survival" class, learn how to make a fire.
