So, just to blog, I'll tell you about something I ate today: bacon.
In real-life (as in, not pregnant life), I don't eat bacon. In fact, I don't really like it. If a salad comes with bacon, or a sandwich, or whatever else people put bacon on, I say, "no bacon". So the fact that I ate it today is quite a notable activity.
With {very} few exceptions, I just don't like it. But to make myself look a little more American I will tell you this: I like ham. And pork meat of various cuts. But not bacon.
Today, though, I made baked eggs, baked oatmeal and bacon for dinner. Yes. I know. I chose to do it. And I ate approximately a lot [6] of slices. They. were. so. good.
But they were only good for a short time. The bacon accented our meal in a great way. Now I feel awful. Now my stomach hurts and I feel so gross. I remember why I didn't eat bacon in real-life. I remember that it makes me feel awful. And that the moment of tastiness is not worth the evening of awfulness. And really, I just think that it tasted so good because I'm pregnant.
I do think, in real life or pregnant life, if there is ever a salad with gorgonzola, bacon, homemade vinaigrette (with a hint of citrus), cranberries, pears and a lot of vegetables (onions, green peppers, avocado, tomato [although the previous two are fruits], artichoke hearts and cucumbers...for example) I would not ask for the bacon on the side. I would eat bacon in that salad. only.
And two final random notes:
*I love Jamba Juice. That does not make me feel awful.
*It was 10 degrees when I woke up this morning with a wind chill of -3. Good grief in America. I'm still trying to recover.
2 comments:
Hilariously random!
I drank a shot glass of wheat grass at Jamba Juice when I was pregnant with Jonny. As if I didn't already feel like a cow....
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