Preride yesterday morning. Bacon under the broiler, hashbrowns and eggs in the cast-iron skillet. Bacon is a non-addictive vice, yet tough to eliminate totally from ones life without a religious dietary prohibition. Eating bacon is a guilty pleasure.
What a grand counterpoint to the usual bowl of whole grains and raisins. Even the dog got a nibble.
Does the Greek virtue sophrosyne apply to the eating of bacon? The painter in William Whartons' Scumbler pointedly smoked six cigarettes a year.
Read some Plutarch last night. Heavy hitter.