Today I am enduring a bout of gut misery, the third in ten days, so I'm eating very little and all of it bland and soft. Never have I been so glad of a humble boiled egg.

Himself is baking -- I can hear the rattle and bang of mixing bowls downstairs. White bread, this time, appropriate for a convalescent digestion.

Mrrzy, you'll never get crisp bacon in a muffin cup, however hot the oven, because the rendered fat can't drain away. Thompson's method will probably work.