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Five Minute Fridays #Bacon

Let's Just Eat Bacon 
Writing about one word for five minutes...
Five Minute Fridays

"Can we just have bacon?"  Green eyes glinting gold excitement over the possibility of a breakfast just that simple.
That's all they want.  Just bacon.
Then their's the discussion over floppy or crispy? And I'm a bit baffled by my sister and husband who team up on me and decry my love for crispy.  Actually extra crispy.  I am kind of stunned that they both side with floppy or chewy.  Whatever.
Bacon makes everything better.
It's because it is so very rich. It isn't lacking flavor. It deepens whatever dish it simmers in.
It's rough chopped and sprinkled on salads for the perfect flavor to make kale go down a bit more gracefully.  It dresses up potatoes, gives crunch to burgers, and is perfectly married with breakfast.
And sometimes it stands solo.  Like in the eyes of my kids who could just eat bacon for breakfast and be satisfied.

This summer bacon snapped and popped rounded drops of fat as it crisped in the pan.  We were camping with friends and the men got up to help us greet the day with biscuits, eggs, and bacon.  I didn't realize it then but Meredith ate ten pieces of bacon.  No one noticed.  Later that day she was so sick.  Laying beneath the quilt in the cabin lamenting over not being able to participate with everyone.  And all because of too much bacon.
Ten pieces of bacon was just too rich, too fatty, too much.  Her tiny stomach couldn't handle it.  I had to smile when she admitted to that much bacon.  Sometimes we just need the rich fatty parts of life.  We are so depleted for it that once we find it we swallow it down fast and can't take in enough.

I think bacon is kinda like laughter.
Sometimes it is all you need right now.  No other food is necessary.
I smile when I flip through pages of a story book with my girls. The main characters a grand dad and grandson smile on the front porch just eating bacon for breakfast and they're happy. Sunshine is washing over their early morning meal.  All they need is company and bacon. Maybe they didn't eat ten pieces but the rich smokiness was enough to share.  They are chewing the fat.
Laughter is like that.  Sometimes it has to become the main dish instead of the side dish.  Sometimes I just have to laugh and eat bacon because life has just sucked the marrow out of me and I have no way up or out but to laugh and enjoy the fat again...

Oldest girl that makes me laugh the most 

Because when the time is dark you must find one reason to fight back with a smile.  


  1. Love that post! Yes to more bacon and more laughter!


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