Taste of Baconic Symmetry

So I was noting that over the past few years, May has not been a month for many posts.  This would only be the fourth in the past three years.  Searching for a reason, I have decided to cast blame on the insanity conjured by the end of the school year, rush grading for BYU Independent Study, and summer fever.  Whatever the cause, though, I decided to post a small diamante that I penned as an example for my students the other day.  If you don't know what I diamante is, I posted some instructions (there are two general types: one dealing with description and the other with opposites) back in March of 2010.

As the former example deals with the opposites, this one is more symmetrical in nature, one that strictly addresses the subject:

bacon
salty, greasy
sizzling, enticing, tempting
infinitely making everything better
satisfying, clogging, guilting
scrumptious, fatty
pleasure

 Note: This is a man-made construct.  Bacon is not symmetrical as it appears in its natural environment.

V. Day 2013, Part II

Yeah, I know it’s a week later, but I’ve been revising, and that’s my right as a writer.  If you want to complain, I guess that’s your prerogative, too.  Just don’t expect me to listen.  As it is said, complaining is like sitting in a rocking chair.  It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t really get you anywhere.

For those who just want me to finish the story, keep your pants on (please!) while I explain to those who are lost that they need to go back and read the previous post (14 February 2013) to catch up.  Hurry up.  I won’t wait long.

In honor of the “holiday” that, in my opinion, is a mild form of the extortion of the males of this species, I ordered Amy flowers, which were delivered on the 13^th— lilies and orchids (I think).  On the actual day itself, I had to go to class (boo!)   So, I had my colleague (Thanks, Katrina!) drop off a package at my house while I scooted off to sit in a hard, plastic chair for another 150 minutes.

The package contained one stuffed skunk—plush, not a taxidermy special, one card which read “Happy Stinkin’ Valentine’s Day!,” and one poem (which has since been revised).  Awwww.

How’s that for Mr. Unromantic?

For those who care, or are curious, here’s the poem in its most recent version.

“Portal to Your Soul”

Reposing on the gentle bank,

                                                                                              I gaze into

your soul’s portal:

two hazel pools

where I can skip glances

across the glistening surface

or flirt with the smile

hiding and dancing

behind the gray-green

stained-glass—

flecks of brown and gold

and blue floating,

reflecting

the laughter

and life.

But it’s the calm, dark profundity

beneath the shallows

that intrigues me most,

lures me in,

and keeps me captive,

spellbound as a waxless sailor straining

to hear the siren’s song,

longing to

fall in and drown

in your depths.

And in return, I received the most freaking awesome V Day present ev-er.

BACON ROSES! CRAZY DELICIOUS!

Hog and Eggs

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, they say.  So why not start it off with something delicious.  And even if I don't make time every day, there's just something about bacon and eggs that gets your morning going in the right direction. These scrambled huevos also have milk, cheese, onion, red pepper flakes, salt, and pepper.

The raspberry peach jam on the toast is amazing as well.

P.S.  For some reason, Facebook wouldn't let me post more than two of my catch-up links yesterday.  Don;t forget to check those out as well.

So Good It Gets Its Own Post

Bacon. Period.

'Nuff said.

Food (That) Makes Me Happy!

Happy December.  It's only the first day of the month, and I've already almost missed my new gig.  Yeah, the one I've been proud of planning ahead for.  We're just not going to go there.  Again, I will beg you, for the sake of those around you, and those who will come after you, do NOT lick the screen.  It's only an image.

To start of our adventure in palatable pleasures, I thought we'd start with a breakfast.  I call this one my Wicked Awesome Egg Sandwich.

The ingredients for this morning mouthful include two fried eggs seasoned with black pepper, onion powder, crashed red pepper, and Cholula hot sauce.  They were blended with cheddar, pepper jack, and mozzarella cheeses, fresh green and red bell peppers, thick sliced tomatoes, and (of course) six slices of hickory smoked bacon.  Note: there is also bacon next to the sandwich on the paper plate and orange juice.  All this pure a.m. awesomeness is compressed between two toasted whole wheat bagels slathered with mayonnaise and spicy brown mustard.

Variations on the egg sandwich theme are a favorite among my three oldest children.  They occur about once a week--some results are more elaborate than others.  It just depends on what's left in the fridge.

Warning: In order to eat the wicked awesome egg sandwich, you may have to unhinge your jaw like a python trying to swallow a deer.  Do not attempt when trying to stay clean or presentable.  Messes will occur.