Say… What do you think about bacon?
I had some a couple of hours ago, and I just could not stop thinking about it. So, as one does, I decided to write about it.
You know, there are some things over which Western pop culture tends to obsess, right?
We all know the OG, the hotdogs and the hamburgers, the pizzas and the apple pies. Now, I still love a warm slice of apple pie, especially with some sugar and cinnamon dusted on top and a scoop of smooth vanilla ice cream, and firmly believe that people who cannot appreciate a good pizza simply should not be allowed to mate.
However, the Holy Grail has always been this thin strip of fatty cured meat which, quite honestly, always seemed far too overrated. I mean, it cannot be so good that grown men would swoon over it.
Little did I know that its majesty cannot be described. It needs to be experienced first-hand to be truly appreciated.
Of course, all of this love cannot good for my heart, right? Or all of this cholesterol…
But I can’t help falling in love with you.
You know, books and burgers are more similar than you would expect.
Both are best enjoyed alone, which is partly why I love them.
Both get judged by their outermost layers which are meant to cover and protect the juicy stuff between.
Both have the same test of quality: If it is great, you will finish it without setting it down even once.
I had the pleasure of enjoying a burger earlier tonight which passed this test this test with flying colours.
I mean, it would have had to be pretty good for me to write about it in the first place, right?
In fact, I loved it so much that I am strongly considering going back there tomorrow afternoon and having the same burger once again.
After all, if lightning has struck a place once, it is most likely to strike there again, right?
Wait, that is not how that proverb goes… But it should, you know.
Lightning always strikes for a reason.
I like cheesecakes and I cannot lie
You other brothers can’t deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty plate
And a cheesecake in your face
You get sprung!
I love good food.
Maybe you’ve had a long, dreary week. Maybe your spouse is being especially annoying. Maybe you didn’t get any sleep because your cat peed in your bed.
Whatever may go wrong in the world, the moment you put that first spoonful of cheesecake in your mouth, all your pain and sorrow just melts along with its soft, creamy love…
Unless you are lactose intolerant, perhaps. Or diabetic.
Still, you know what I mean, right? Food does have the power to change the world, your world, from the inside.
It is not surprising that I love good food. Who doesn’t, right?
Well, at least that is what I used to think, till I really went out in the world and met more people.
“Tell me what you eat and I will tell you what you are.”
— Anthelme Brillat-Savarin
I often notice that people who have no appreciation for good food are rather bland individuals.
I mean, look at this:
How can I ever trust someone who does not love these, right? Sounds reasonable to me.
“There is no love sincerer than the love of food.”
— George Bernard Shaw
So give me some cheesecake, and you will see how much I can love you.
Okay, let me just take a moment and say that the choice of word has nothing to do with the date. I do not intend to follow the overplayed Good vs Evil theme.
Instead, let us talk about the very concept of comparisons…
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