dear bacon

I’ve been writing this “love letter” in my mind for over a week now.

It started in my head on the day that I heard the news that shook my world.

Not that it is really going to change my behavior or anything. But it still makes me a little sad.

This weekend we went on our annual “ski” trip (I don’t usually/actually ski on many of these trips, just mostly drink adult beverages and watch t.v. and look out the window at the pretty mountains while sitting by the fire) and there is approximately 200 loads of laundry to be done and piles of mail to go through and grocery shopping/meal planning to do.

So, of course, I thought that now would be as good of a time as any to get pen to paper. Or fingers to keyboard. Or whatever.

Please note that in my mind, these words are softly spoken over a montage of pictures of the lovely delights mentioned below.

But I am not able to take time to do that- and it’s one of those things that would never come out exactly right anyway, and I would obsess and be sad with the results.

I know that I have problems. I admit it freely.

Anyway.

Here you go.

Dear Bacon,

I have loved you for so long. You make almost everything better.

The very first time we met, I am sure that I knew my life was changed forever.

I love you cooked in the oven, slightly tender.

I love you fried in a pan, crispy and crunchy.

I love you on white bread. With Duke’s Mayonnaise.

I swoon.

I love you with tomatoes. I love you with avacado. I love you with eggs.

I love when you are accidentally dipped in maple syrup.

I love you in small, crunchy pieces mixed into cheese grits.

I love you crumbled on top of a wedge of iceberg lettuce with blue cheese dressing.

I love you wrapped around scallops. Or asparagus. Or chicken stuffed with something cheesy.

I love you on top of a slice of cheese toast. Beside a bowl of tomato soup.

I love you so much that both of my children were in love with you before they could even say your name.

Please don’t ever leave me.

Even if I am one day forced to only have you in moderation, I will never give you up.

You have been the reason that I have never truly been able to become a vegetarian.

And for this reason, my husband loves you, too.

I will crave you forever,

Katie

Ridiculous? Yes.

And you’re welcome