My bacon related eagerness hasn't waned. We only have two more days before we get to experience the Joy that is Homemade Bacon. In the meantime, I wrote some poetry in tribute to my future breakfast meat:
Three Haikus for New Bacon
I open the fridge
Your pink, piggy goodness taunts.
Are you bacon yet?
My almost bacon
Must suspect his tasty fate.
He sits by the eggs.
Despite ad campaigns,
My bacon has a first name.
Not Oscar Meyer.
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1 comment:
As a swine, I must say I am completely offended. This recipe is immoral and illegal. I intend to report you to the ASPCA. Haiiiii Yahhhhh!!!!!
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