Cute Anno!

Mmm the word bacon makes my mouth water.
Love that smell. Help! I eat more than I oughta.

Go for it. I love BLTs this time of year. We have a local farmer's market where we get the freshest tomatoes. And then I use the Facon, microwavable bacon, and make a quick BLT.

I'll join you in your bacon eating. Just got a Cobb salad in the city last night. Not the healthiest, but delish.

Hi, I'm Queen Jaw Jaw and I'm addicted to bacon. I don't buy it because I would eat it. In two days. I love the stuff. The more fat it has on it, the better I like it. That is so sick.

So, I don't buy it. The substitutes tell my mind I'm faking it, and so I don't like um.

Bacon is our friend...just not our bodies friend.

I refuse to buy ice-cream too. I can't stop eating that stuff. So when I do eat ice-cream, then it's a real treat; but outside of my home.

The day I die, I first want to eat a barrel of ice-cream,a cheese cake and for desert, 12 slabs of crispy fatty dripping bacon.

I only buy ice cream on special occasions. Every now and then, I have to buy a Rita's Gilati. Ross and I split one. It's frozen ice and custard. Way too good. Have only had two so far this summer. Now that's a record.

I buy turkey bacon, none of the fat of pork bacon and just as much bacon flavor. Try it JJ, it is good, minus the fat drippings...

Anno,
Love the poem. I love bacon, too. My dad ate butter, bacon,
eggs and all that stuff, everyday; and he lived to be 91 and
farmed 200 acres until he was 90. Fresh air and hard work
conteracts the fat, I guess. I eat bacon!

I can eat turkey bacon - it's crispy, but not quite the same. It's good when used with other flavors, but alone, it's not the same, exactly.

~ WONDERMENT ~

Ever ask yourself, questions like these?

How did God above, make such lovely trees?

How did He make all those stars in the sky,
and make big'n little planets, way up there so high?

Ever look at dewdrops, in hours of early morn,
And think of tiny seeds growin' into stalks of corn?

Ever view lambs and chicks, and birds of assorted feathers,
Then see over there in a pasture, a cow'n her young heifers?

Have you listened to an ocean roar, while standin' in the rain,
Or been mesmerized by a wild downpour, hitting a widowpane?

Ever watch snowflakes falling, way down in the fall,
While seeing spring flowers in some mental recall?

Here I sit, listening to the thundering, thunder,
Questioning, how many times a day, other folks do this sort of wondering, wonder????

Where are my poet buddies?