The Magic That Is The Big Bacon Butty

Bread. Butter. Bacon.

That’s all we pretty much need in this world at times. When we visited New Zealand, this was the de rigeur in the form of what is called a “Bacon Butty.” This was one of the tastiest morsels after a hike and its simplicity makes it even more delicious. This weekend, we were among some parent friends of ours and the hosts (from Scotland and New Zealand) broke out the bacon butty in a big way. Fresh buttered bread and bacon. That’s it.

My wife asked me how many I ate and I sheepishly said, “4.” Yes, I ate four bacon sandwiches. Cut me a little slack — we had just come from a rather strenuous workout and I needed to recharge.

I’m not a drinker but, if you enjoy a little of the grain, the bacon butty apparently cures a hangover. I don’t know much about that, but I do know that if you want pure delicious, you can’t go wrong with a bacon butty.

Oh, and don’t forget: if you are in Portland, you must visit Baconfest, brought to us by our friends at The Meat Show, on October 3rd. It will be a hoot — and filled with bacon, bacon and more bacon.