Just Like Your Bubbie Never Made

I wasn't feeling great this morning, so J sweetly volunteered to make me some matzah ball soup for lunch to help me feel better:

If you can't tell what that is in among the matzah balls and carrots, I'll give you a hint:

it's bacon.

Untold generations of bubbies who are no longer with us are doubtless rolling over in their graves.

Granted, it's turkey bacon, but I still think that's good for at least a minor bubbie post-death shudder.

(In fairness to J, it was delicious and I am feeling better).