First off, let me say that I have once again embarrassed myself by taking a lousy photograph… but as usual I don’t really care. This site has nothing to do with photography and everything to do with… BACON!
This morning I found myself running late because I opted to take care of a few matters around the house before leaving for work. Common sense told me to just put my shoes on, grab what I needed, and head out the front door.
As usual I told common sense to ’shove it’ and common sense… shoved back by delivering the perfect recipe for ‘late to work’. At times like this many people would begin to pray that the traffic lights stay green, pray that police officers have all taken a break from catching outrageous speeders on the highway, and pray that a good parking spot will open up right outside the office.
Hence the reason, I believe, for all those ‘God is My Co-Pilot’ stickers on people’s cars.
I don’t have one of those, or any, bumper stickers on my car. I have something far better and a lot less controversial than an overt proclamation of my religious beliefs on my ride:
+ Bacon is My Co-Pilot +
Does this mean I don’t believe in God or some other Holy Entity? Of course I do! I mean, like, seriously… Where ELSE do you think something as delectable and lovable as bacon came from?!?!?
We never claimed to have an art degree or lots of high tech photographic equipment so before you bother complaining about the poor quality of the image in this bacon blog entry, think about what we just said and feel relieved that we only photograph the bacon we eat and not ourselves eating bacon… in the bathroom.
So anyways, I awoke one day this weekend to the wonderful smell of… cat shit. No, just kidding. I awoke to the glorious aroma of bacon cooking. Apparently my girlfriend and her son got hungry before I even felt like crawling out of bed. Maybe I really DIDN’T need those last four or five beers at the tail end of the prior evening. Hmmmm…..
After gathering my wits about me and making sure I could walk down the hall without stepping on the cat, bouncing off the walls, or falling flat on my face, I sat down and allowed my eyes to focus on…
… bacon and eggs on my plate. Coincidentally, and somewhat ironically, I dare say that the photograph does an excellent job of showing you the plate of food (very tasty food) exactly as I saw it — through my half-asleep, possibly still swimming in beer eyes.
Needless to say I made quick work of the eggs and bacon and throughly enjoyed my breakfast.
Verdict: Bacon & eggs work quite well and taste quite good at hours other than 3:17 AM and locations other than Waffle House or Denny’s.
Due to the awesome timing of the bacon meal it received the coveted 5 bacon strip rating out of a possible 5. Congratulations, Bacon & Eggs!
Some people have theorized that living in the United States turns immigrants to the US into overweight, superficial a$$holes. We suspect those same people created this image…
