Whether she was following directions, got lucky, or somehow just knew your soul well enough, the bacon was perfectly cooked; not too crispy, but still firm. It wasn’t smoked, but it was seasoned with light spices that complimented the pork. The cut had the lightest coat of savory bacon grease that bolstered its flavor without making it overbearing, and it had the perfect ratio of lean to fat...just like Dash. Your eyes linger on her cutie mark-stained buttocks a little longer than they should’ve. 