A couple of weeks ago, my parents went to the Reading Terminal Market. I've never been there, but it's on my bucket list, as I hear it is as close as you can get to heaven on earth for a foodie like me. They came back with all kinds of goodies for me, including the package I love above all other packages...white butcher paper, about 4 inches wide by 10 inches long, with the unmistakable aroma of thick-cut bacon wafting out of it. (Yes, I can smell the thickness of bacon through paper. I can.) So I did what any reasonable person would do...I made maple chocolate bacon skewers.

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