There are ideas so self-evidently right that merely naming them proves their rightness. For example:
I know -- it's the sort of revelation that makes you slap your forehead and mutter,"Why didn't I think of that?"
We had some for lunch today after church, preparing them pretty much as in the picture (although, being Texans, we chose Jimmy Dean thick-cut instead of Rath). We kept a small amount of the fat from frying the bacon strips to grease the griddle for the pancakes (which never hurts). And we ate them with pancake syrup.
They were indescribably good. In the words of the old hymn, "All glory, lard, and honor...."
H/T -- Four Pounds Flour