I’m coming off a weekend saturated in love. Yes, of course, I’m talking about bacon. Artery clogging bliss.
This past Saturday I took my daughter on a date. She was begging to spend time with me. “Mom, can we please go somewhere just the two of us? The boys are driving me crazy!” I should mention that Lolli is seven going on seventeen. She was born with an old soul, and like me, often finds refuge in quiet places.
I couldn’t deny her requests any longer. We scheduled a GIRLS ONLY day. My daughter wanted to go to Red Robin for burger and fries. I was taken aback by her modest request. If all it took was a burger and fries to make this child happy, then by gosh, mommy was going to make it happen.
Something overcame me that afternoon as I got ready to place my order. My eyes landed on the featured menu item–a bacon cheeseburger. The worst kind of torture. To add bacon or not. I did what any reasonable woman would do, I ordered me some bacon. You should know there are few things in life I’m willing to sacrifice. BACON isn’t one of them. Ranch dressing isn’t either. Now, if there was only a way to combine the two. I’m guessing someone’s already paired ranch dressing and bacon together.
Twenty minutes had passed, and then finally, I was presented with a stack of irresistible. A juicy beef patty layered with cheese and two slices of bacon. My mouth started watering. I ate everything on my plate except a pickle and couple of fries. I savored each bite. During those five minutes, my daughter and I sat across from each other, without uttering a word. Like me, Lolli was busy inhaling her burger. Though she didn’t require nearly as many napkins because her burger wasn’t drenched in special sauce. You know, the sauce I’m referring to. It’s the “heart and soul of a burger.”
I hope one day, in the near future, Lolli inherits my love for special sauce. Because a burger without sauce is just awkward.
Perhaps the best moment of my day was when we got home and my son greeted me at the door with a hug. He said, “Mama you smell like a cheeseburger.” I thought to myself . . . there is no finer scent.
Does bacon leave you squealing with excitement? You cannot NOT like bacon, right?
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