A Five-Letter Word For Happiness

Surprisingly, I'm not talking about 'boobs'.

It's bacon. Is there anything it can't do? It appears that we are in the Golden Age of Bacon, and I'm ok with that. From the bacon-infused vodka to Baconnaise, everything tastes better with bacon. And if I could find a gal willing to wear the bacon bikini like in the picture here, well, breakfast in bed would be simply awesome all around. I don't care if the sheets get all greasy.

Speaking of Baconnaise, however, I'm less than impressed. Maybe it's because I had such high hopes that I was destined to be let down. I dunno, but having used it twice so far, I doubt I'll be buying it again. It's not that it's bad, it just didn't blow my skirt up. I expected fireworks, and all I got was a damp sparkler. I dunno, mayonnaise and bacon sounded like a winning combination in theory, but it just didn't deliver the goods in practice. From now on, when I make a turka and Swiss, I'll stick with just adding mayonnaise and bacon separately, letting each stand on it's own merits instead of incorporating their bastard child. Besides, $4.50 a jar? Please. I can take a huge jar of Miracle Whip, crumble up a pound of fresh-cooked Farmland bacon and have twice as much fresh-made 'Baconnaise' for the same price, which I'm sure would taste better, anyways. I dunno, maybe if they didn't worry about being kosher, vegan, and dolphin-safe, they'd have a winning product. But right now, it doesn't live up to the hype.

But I'm not here to condemn Baconnaise. I still have a mostly-full jar and I plan on using it all, eventually. I'm here to brag about the tasty breakfast I had this morning. Having not eaten a thing since about 1:00 o'clock yesterday afternoon, I was good and hungry this morning. So I started off with a pot of hazelnut coffee. And I used the peppermint mocha creamer, which is damn tasty. A couple of mugs of that certainly took the edge of my hunger, but not for long.

So back to the kitchen I went. I cooked up a few strips of that excellent Farmland bacon, made some O'Brien potatoes, two scrambled eggs (with a splash of milk and a drop of pure vanilla--yum!), and I rounded out the whole meal with some wheat toast topped with real butter and strawberry preserves. Out of coffee by then, I had a glass of fresh orange juice.

It was better than any late-night meal in any casino coffee shop. Granted, there were no bloody marys in sight, and no keno runner stopping by every few minutes, but still, it was a damn fine way to kick off a Monday morning.

Now that breakfast is over, if I could just stay motivated, I'd get my headboard and dining room table finally put together. Yep, they've been sitting in boxes leaning up against the counter in the dining room--I haven't touched 'em in a week. But I have an excuse--I was sick all week and just didn't feel like hassling with either one of them. I started to feel much better this past weekend, but I wasn't home very much, and when I was, I was sleeping. So perhaps they'll get done today. But then again, maybe they won't. I'm under no deadline here.

On the poker front, I had another wildly successful Friday night, and making it even better, I ran into that gal I had a little crush on this past summer, 'Sam', the blondie with the pierced tongue and the kookie hair. I hadn't seen her in months, but I was playing in one of the local rooms that night and she came in after the U2 concert. We had ourselves quite a reunion right there in the poker room and that was it for my poker game. Luckily I was up over $200 at the time... I ended up seeing her again on Saturday night, so yeah, it was a great weekend. I hope to be able to spend some quality time with her again soon, but our schedules are completely out of sync. We have one day off in common every two weeks. We'll see what happens...

Other than that, there ain't a whole lot going on around here today. I've got a shiatload of projects to do, but I'm finding it hard to stay motivated. I guess I should just buckle down and do it. I'd like to have this apartment in perfect order at some point, and that ain't gonna happen with all those huge shipping boxes stacked up in the dining room.

Mikey