Bribes for Bacon

On their way here for a pre-Christmas visit, Jenny and Jean-Marc stopped to visit my sister and her family.  Jenny was telling them about our bacon and ham.  One nephew said he would love some and offered a bribe--a handmade Christmas wreath--in exchange for some bacon.  Another nephew and his wife raised that offer with chestnuts and squash.  My sister upped the ante with organic apples and frozen home-grown grapes for a grape pie.  She has an unfair advantage because she grew up with me and knows my favorite pie!

When Jenny and Jean-Marc arrived, she pulled out her camera to take pictures of me receiving the competing bribes.  Before you look at the pictures, I have to warn you:  If you look, I'll have to kill you! They are truly horrible pictures, but they are proof that I loved the bribes.

And if you want proof of my Solomonic wisdom, here it is:  I'll send the bacon back to my sister with instructions that they can't eat it till my married nephew and his wife are there for a visit.

You will also notice that I didn't blow these pictures up to the gigantic size I usually use.  More proof of my intelligence.

Although I suppose if I was really smart, I wouldn't have told this story at all, and you would never have had to risk your life being tempted to look at the pictures!