You can smell the bacon from the outside the house. Fall is approaching and the wind has picked up a little bit, and a nice breeze is blowing from the south, which in turn transfers the aroma of fresh bacon right out the window and into your nose. Dennis was wondering what was going on, after all, it was the middle of a fall afternoon. The door creaks open, Dennis slips off his boots, hangs up his hat on the pegged hanger, and rushes into the kitchen. I turned around to greet him with a smile, and laughing at his questioning look, I tilt my head and say, "It's bacon Dennis!" "I know, I know...." tests Dennis with a small voice. Dennis loves bacon. He will eat a couple of pieces a day, that would be, if I let him. I decided I would at least bring some healthfulness to him, and something tasty at the same time. One piece of bacon, wrapped in a tortilla, (or pita for that matter) with an abundance of lettuce, tomato, and special spritely green onion with a spot of cheese dotted on the top would be the answer to his dream.