Bacon, Rain, same thing ...

... this evening I was cooking dinner and blogging at the same time. I hear the pop, pop of rain falling on leaves, bbq covers, that sort of thing. You know the noise. I call out excitedly to Mr Brown "it's raining". I go to look (and to smell that fresh rain smell) but there's no rain. The pop, pop of rain is actually the pancetta, crisping in the pan!