If you are living anywhere in the Northeast you are ready for spring and yet as a cruel joke they are predicting an inch of snow today, on the first day of spring.
We are not talking about a lovely little dusting that will “pretty up” the sprouting Daffodils and Forsythia’s and melt real quick with the next day’s warming springtime sunshine.
No we are talking bone-chilling cold, a foot of snow still in my back yard and flowers that may never be seen again.
Now that I have done my daily complaining about the weather…. onto a happier subject: BACON!
I actually met somebody the other day who says she DOESN’T LIKE bacon?!!! I thought “no way” and “maybe she doesn’t eat it for dietary or religious reasons” and doesn’t want to say that. But after further discussion it seems that she just doesn’t like it. Not crispy nor chewy, not even the salty part. Just not her thing. It’s okay – I won’t hold it against her but this will puzzle me for a long time.
In the mean time all this bacon-talk has me hankering for my favorite sandwich of all time: you guessed it… BLT!
Extra B, Lite mayo please!