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neighbor with a shotgun (which on the island is just about everyone) running around the street and into the woods in search of the Bigfoot-like mythical creature. Luckily we managed to lure Bubba home with some celery sticks until things settled down.
    His rampage continued into late fall. He ate another neighbor’s fresh fruit and veggies she had bought at the farmers’ market when she left them on her steps while carrying her other groceries into her house. And what was almost the last straw, the police showed up in our neighborhood because some tourists riding their bikes called 911 to report being attacked by a wild boar.
    In Bubba’s defense, he was just saying hello. He was a very friendly pig. But his presence was a toll on our neighbors and our now overdrawn bank account.
    Finally, the day came when it was time for Bubba to—how can I say it?—pay us back.
    On the day Danny loaded him into a borrowed trailer and headed out, it dawned on me that my big sweet boy was about to become a pile of bacon.
    I cried and swore I wouldn’t eat a piece of bacon ever again! Especially not my Bubba! I would become a vegan! Yes, I was that distraught.
    When Danny returned home, I couldn’t even go to greet him. I was curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around me, a complete blubbering mess. He handed me a package of store-bought bacon for our winter freezer and an envelope stuffed with money.
    â€œWhere did you get this?” I asked, sniffing.
    â€œPig farm outside Belfast. The owner thought Bubba was a nice, good-looking, unusually large pig, so he bought him to be a breeder pig so he can sire a whole bunch of giant pigs!”
    Bubba had been given a reprieve!
    He was no longer on death row!
    And I was still able to eat bacon.
    I just stopped thinking about where it came from.
    One way to do that is to have a strong Mexican Martini designed to help you forget just about everything.
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    Mexican Martini
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    Ingredients
1 ounce blue curaçao
1 ounce your favorite tequila
½ ounce Midori melon liquor
½ ounce triple sec
Favorite fruit to garnish (optional)
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    Add ice to a shaker, then pour all of the ingredients. Shake and strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish if you wish, then be prepared to be wowed.
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    Bacon-Wrapped Jalapeño-Stuffed Chicken Thighs
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    Ingredients
Package of boneless, skinless chicken thighs
1 8-ounce package pepper-jack cheese
1 small jar sliced jalapeños
1 package thick-sliced bacon
1 bottle mesquite (or your favorite flavor)
Toothpicks
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    Marinate the chicken thighs in your favorite marinade flavor for at least 45 minutes or even overnight for more flavor. Slice the cheese into-inch slices. Remove two jalapeños per chicken thigh from the jar and set aside on paper towel. Place one piece of bacon per chicken thigh on a plate.
    To assemble, lay a chicken thigh on a piece of bacon. Put a slice of cheese on the thigh, followed by two jalapeño slices on top of cheese. Roll chicken thigh up so the cheese and jalapeño are stuffed inside. Then wrap the bacon strip around the thigh and secure with toothpicks.
    Repeat until all the thighs are done. Grill for about 25 minutes and enjoy!

Chapter 6
    Never in her wildest dreams had Hayley ever believed she would finally have a better understanding of what poor Taylor Swift went through.
    The plugged in pop star was world famous and dogged by adoring fans wherever she went. And now, after just swinging into the Shop ’n Save to buy a bag of frozen stir-fry vegetables she had planned on heating up in the wok with a handful of peanuts and some soy sauce for her dinner, Hayley was surrounded by a gaggle of excited high school girls who were jostling to get a selfie for their Insta-gram pages.
    â€œHayley, look this way!” one snaggletoothed, mop-topped girl squealed before shoving her phone in front of Hayley’s face and blinding her with a sudden flash.
    The girls