I am not a morning person. Never have been. Probably never will be. If I never see another sunrise, I am okay with that. I understand there are pictures of sunrises in books and online.
So waking up in the morning is actually the hardest part of my day. I don’t rise with a smile, eager to greet the bright sun. I don’t look forward to jumping out of bed. (Did I say “jumping”?) And I certainly don’t start each day with joy in my heart and a lilt in my step.
So what is the best thing for me when I wake up in the morning? The smell of food cooking, breakfast on the stove, nourishment wafting from the oven – especially BACON!!!
Ah, that wonderful all-around food, go-with-everything concoction, should be on everyone’s diet, bacon.
The smell of it cooking can pull me out of a full blown coma and carry me into the kitchen without my feet even touching the floor. I believe it might be able to raise me from the dead. It is that good!!
My friend Kelly has a T-shirt that reads, “There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who love bacon and those who are wrong.” I so believe in that shirt and stand by its truth. I am, of course, one the “right” people.
There can’t be too much bacon at any meal either. At least I have never discovered the limit. We just ran out of bacon, that’s all.
Now, the taste of bacon is an experience all to itself. Wonderful, salty, fatty, hot, crispy. Need I say more?! The perfect food, really.
Then there is the licking of the fingers and on to the next slice of greatness. On and on it goes, until all the bacon is consumed.
There is never any left. That would be against the rules.
Enjoying bacon is a full body sport. Take your time. Don’t rush. Be thoughtful. Lick every morsel off every finger. Leave no crumb behind.
Bacon – the best part of waking up.