No, it’s not an acronym, bacon just makes me feel all caps lock inside.
Bacon is my comfort food. Tired? Bacon. Sad? Bacon. PMS? Bacon. Bacon, bacon, bacon.
I’m not actually going to write out the pattern, but it’s three rows of dc, a row of hdc, two more rows of dc, and one last row of hdc. And then just the flat circles, and some sewing. Done.