According to my west coast brother today is "National Flitch Day." Not surprisingly, I had to look that one up. It turns out that a flitch is a chunk of bacon (about the size of one side of a pig) and Flitch Day has been celebrated at least since the 1700s. It is believed that this tradition let to the idea of "bringing home the bacon."
A flitch of bacon was awarded to the couple who could swear that they had not regretted their marriage for a year and a day. I presume this tasty award was given to a couple who had only been married for a year and a day not a couple married for many years who could point to 366 days in their married life when they had no regrets.
As it happens, my wonder spouse and I have been married for a year and a half with no regrets. I think that should earn us a flitch and a half of bacon. Sadly, I don't know who to apply to for this award.
Perhaps the nice butcher at Jamison's would have some ideas. I do like bacon.
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