The Smell of Bacon: Fantasy

My favorite doll had half her hair charred off, a melted ear, and a lingering smell like bacon. I loved that smell--it reminded me of breakfasts in the morning when my grandfather would charge into our home smelling like that. Mom always looked upset, but if I asked why he smelled like bacon, she'd smile brittlely and say that it wasn't him, it was that we were having a bacon breakfast to celebrate his visit, and maybe my gift would be foresmelling. "There isn't any such thing as foresmelling!" I'd insist, laughing. When I found out the truth, I also found I couldn't stand eating bacon anymore.

Inspiration: Writer's Digest prompt: write about your favorite toy as a child.
Story Potential: High, at least in terms of a character sketch.
Notes: Could be an interesting character viewpoint, the beloved grandchild of one who is, in many ways, a Very Bad Man. (Wizard, Conqueror, ??)