First thing you need to know about Andy: He would be very happy if he never ate another piece of fish in his life. It is his least favorite thing to eat, of the things he will eat. (That is to say, he won't even eat a hard-boiled egg—Ewww! Who can blame him?—but he will, grudgingly, eat fish.) Fish is not my favorite food either, but I feel we should try to eat more of it both because it is good for us and because it is better for us than whatever else we are likely to eat instead (read: steak). So, every now and then, I prepare fish for dinner, and Andy sighs. But he eats it.
Second thing you need to know about Andy: Bacon is like a religion for him.
So. Last night I made salmon that uses bacon three ways. First you chop and fry up a bunch of bacon. I buy the fancy stuff from the Whole Foods butcher counter, because it's that good—and not filled with chemicals. Remove the bacon to paper towels to drain, and add your salmon fillets to the pan. Cook them in the bacon grease for a few minutes on each side until done, and remove to serving plates. Squeeze a lemon into the pan of bacon grease and all kinds of wonderful brown and black bits, and then pour the mixture over a bowl of baby salad greens and sliced scallions. Add the reserved cooked bacon and mix well; serve with the salmon. Really, how bad could it be? It was delicious, that's what. But, more importantly, do you supppose any of the healthful properties of fish triumphed over all that bacon?