Someone is frying bacon. My mouth waters. I smell it from my balcony, where I sit bundled up watching the shrouded sunrise and listening to the busy birds. The cacophony of summer is gone, only the familiar murmuring of our year round birds remains to welcome me to morning.I smell bacon, my mouth waters, my imagination goes to a luscious breakfast of eggs, what kind, poached, scrambled? The left overs of yeseterday’s crusty bread toasted and buttered, MMmmm, crunchy bacon (of course) fresh squeezed orange juice... How can I just eat yogurt and fruit, to loose 5 kilos, when I smell bacon, my mouth waters and my culinary heart takes over?
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3 comments:
Yes, I know T.T *crying*
The smell of bacon and breakfasts makes yoghurt and fruit seem just cruel!
Bless your culinary heart, Amy! This post made me smile in the best of ways...
Merry Christmas! All the best to you and your loved ones, now and in the New Year!
xo
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