A love affair...with food.

Guys. I love Cumin.

I am fully aware that this is a strange exclamation to make.

When talking about food, most people would finish the sentence "I love..." with cake, or fillet mignon, or chicken alfredo. Or bacon.

Don't get me wrong. I love those things.

But I really love cumin. If I could put cumin in everything, I would. They should make cumin ice cream, cumin cupcakes, and cumin popsicles. But only if they tasted good, but since they don't, I'm not going to try and figure out how to make them right now.

But, I'm eating chicken salad with cumin right now. Awesome.

Just stick it in anything you want to (but mostly savory things. Not the sweet, I think that would be gross, like we discussed above).

I wish you could just eat spices straight without barfing.

Ok, I'm going to stop discussing my crush on cumin now.

If I was here by myself I'd just lie here all day and eat bacon.

I. Love. Bacon.
All kinds of bacon.
I even know how to say "I love bacon" in sign language (thank you Alison and Jamisa).
I whole heartedly agree with everything good 'ol Jimmy says in this video


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaK9bjLy3v4

However, there is one thing about bacon that is, well, less desirable.
The smell. Before eating the bacon, the smell is fantastic. It is just enticing you, tickling your nose and getting you even more excited (if possible) for the delicious strip of happiness that you're about to eat.
But after the bacon has been consumed? That's when the problem sets in. It lingers. But the bacon is gone then. It's just a memory of joy. A Tim Burton type morbidity that is beautiful but less cheerful than it was earlier.
The smell, however, does not take from my love. It just makes me wish I had more.
Oh, bacon.