...you need to blow your nose and reach for whatever's closest, which turns out to be a napkin on your desk, and upon blowing realize it's the paper towel you used to drain your bacon for lunchtime BLTs.
That's not when you know you love bacon. The moment you know you love bacon comes when you do not toss the bacon-y paper towel away in disgust, but rather find yourself charmed by the heavenly scent of crispy pork.
A girl after my own heart! Now if only someone made bacon perfume...
Posted by: Amy | May 21, 2006 at 05:19 PM
Breakfast suggestion: toast 2 pieces of bread, spread peanut butter on one & jelly on the other, then top with 2 crisp slices of bacon to complete the "sandwich." Enjoy with a cold glass of milk. Ohhh, Mama!
Posted by: Momc | May 21, 2006 at 05:30 PM
As Homer would say, "MMMM bacon flavored moist towelettes!!!!"
Amy, Bacon scented perfume would give women a completely unfair advantage over men. But I say "Bring it on!"
Posted by: Bill | May 21, 2006 at 07:17 PM
Bill, I think we have a multi-million dollar idea for the Kleenex company.
Posted by: Catherine | May 22, 2006 at 02:08 PM
You must be rubbing off on me--I snagged some Niman Ranch bacon at the store the other day. But I've already thrown it in the freezer--before I knew any better--so I am sure to have a bacony lump when it comes time to cook it. Ah well, it'll still taste good!
Posted by: Tea | May 23, 2006 at 12:17 PM