"All words are symbols that represent unspeakable realities. Which is also why words are magical." (Donald Miller tweet)

Monday, September 27, 2010

mmm ... bacon ...

It's bacon-and-tomato season. I'm not ashamed to tell you that a few weeks ago, I bought a 5-lb box of bacon, wrapped it in sandwich-appropriate segments and threw it in the freezer. We're working through it with no problem at all.

Late last night, we headed over to a 24-hour grocery store to stock up on tomatoes and bread. We decided on a light rye this time. We also got milk, if that matters to you, and eggs. We looked at, and rejected, ice cream. Good for us.

This morning, Spike set the alarm a little bit earlier so that he could make himself a b-and-t sandwich before heading off to whatever roof he's working on today. It's my day off, but who can stay in bed when the smell of bacon is throughout the entire house?? So I got up to see him off. Wandered through the kitchen and leaned on the counter, staring at nothing in particular. When my eyes focused, I started to laugh. I was staring at the loaf of bread we had bought - emblazoned with the banner, "Easily digestible!"

Oh phew. Because THAT'S what's important to me as I consume my half of a 5-pound box of bacon.