King Of Sandwich

Bacon, like chocolate is one of those foods you can easily do without, but to a person such as myself, easily able to go for years if not decades without them, they both rely on sensory perception to lure me to them.

Regarding chocolate in all its many forms I am totally fine - until I see it, then, once my eyes fall upon the prize I must have it and at any cost.

And not just a small piece, no, not me Sir, I have to get rid of it all, every delicious atom must be consumed until nothing remains. Then once I am satisfied that no more is to be had, I am left free to sink into an ocean of guilt.

Bacon entices me in a different way, for me it is the aroma that hangs in the air and drifts to my nostrils that fires my appetite. There is only one way to eat bacon as far as I am concerned, grill it until crisp then layer it lovingly on fresh wholemeal bread, buttered, and sliced in half, then find a dark and deserted spot to sit and savour every bite.

When that bacon smell hits then nothing else will do.