I dream of bacon
Crispy and delicious
Bacon and eggs
Breakfast, lunch, dinner
Written by Patrick S. Stemp
Illustrated by Anita Soelver
Bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon.
I love it, but I don’t eat it very often. That’s probably a good thing. It’s a once in a while treat on a hamburger or with pancakes.
I’m a little jealous of the dog. Her treats smell like bacon. I can’t say whether or not they taste like it. I haven’t been that desperate yet.
I’ve never had chocolate covered bacon – that’s a treat I’d like to try. Maybe I will at the local fair this Fall, assuming they have some. But the fair is where I get my tiny powdered donuts (you get to watch them cooking as they travel through a river of oil), and bags of beer nuts, and you can’t have all the treats. You have to pick and choose.
I’ve tried being an adult about food, but it’s just impossible. My 5-year old wins every time. I love burgers, soda, fries, ice cream and milkshakes. I really don’t like fish, oysters, red wine or truffles.
Not sure where bacon comes in on this list. I feel like I’m getting quite boring. I used to love bacon. Like, a lot. Almost as much as books. And now… not so much. I will still eat it once in awhile, but then only a single slice, if accompanied by other delicious stuff. 10 years ago, I would gobble it down like a crazy person. There could never be a thing like too much bacon. So this drawing could be my former self. Now I would probably dream about burgers. Without bacon. Perhaps Frappuccinos, if it’s in the summertime. Because, that’s clearly my new bacon!