So yesterday I was running late…as usual since I retired from active military service. My wife has been a very bad influence on me with her Mediterranean interpretation of time and schedules. But one thing my brain did perceive was the smell of bacon. Now bacon has become this fashionable fetish of sorts. There are more websites and Youtube videos canonizing bacon than I can fathom. However I have to say I like bacon. I also confess that I did not always like bacon as much as I do now. So does that make me some bacon poser that jumped on the bacon band wagon? Maybe. It also may have something to do with the cut of bacon.
Personal history lesson here…because I love talking about me!
I grew up with thin cuts of bacon. That is just how it was. My parents were born in the depression and raised in WWII. Things were rationed and stretched as far as humanly possible to help the war effort. Americans knew how to say, “no” then and (insert patriotic rant here it should be easy). So I grew up thinking that bacon was always thin and cooked to be mostly crunchy. It took my wife coming into my life to learn that I like, I mean really like, thick cut bacon cooked to the point of being meaty and just under crisped.
So anywhooo I wake up to the smell of bacon with a slightly frantic need to egress the house. As I go into the kitchen I see my Brides oldest son cooking eggs. He wisely jumps out of the way, probably because his self preservation instinct perceives that my need of coffee could come into conflict with his health and physical integrity. My brain half interprets his mutterings and the words “a piece of bacon if you want” sink through the sleep muddied brain. Coffee in hand bacon in mouth I mumble “fank you” and head for the door. By time I am half a mile away I figure out that he got up early to make me breakfast! Now I have a dread of arriving to work late. It is trained into me. It just is and there is no changing it. But I was really touched by this, and while I won’t lie and say I went back to the house and ate breakfast, I did text him a thank you and told him how perfect the bacon was. It was too! Cooked just right and I appreciate that! Anyway I apologized that night for not being able to eat the breakfast he made and he apologized for not getting up earlier to have it ready for me!! WTF?! He said he just felt like making me breakfast. How nice was that?! So we finished up and did some decorating (more on that in a later post).
So today the first alarm goes off and what do I smell again? BACON! So I get off my butt and get ready and he has another breakfast ready for me! It was laid out on a plate with scrambled eggs and bacon broken up into it and a tortilla. I was stunned and touched….again! With coffee and a breakfast burrito in my belly this morning I was a very happy camper!! I even got a goodbye hug from the little one! Man you would think Christmas was right around the corner! Ohh wait……
Just kidding. Thanks Kid!!
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