wrapmeinbacon

Hearts make no sense to me. They don’t listen, they don’t follow any logic, and a lot of times, they make dumb decisions. That said, I make most of my choices with my heart.

Eating a bacon sundae was obviously not a decision made with my mind; it was done out of love. And yes, I am writing a review about Baconalia at Denny’s – I never said this would be a classy blog! Only because Baconalia is brilliant. As you may have guessed from the title of this blog, I have a very sincere respect for bacon – and all types:  turkey bacon, dates wrapped in bacon (with Manchego cheese – shoutout to Lulu’s), chicken wrapped in bacon, fruit wrapped in bacon – do you see where I’m going with this? There’s something so comforting about that crunch and smoky flavor.

And so it should come as no surprise that a mound of creamy ice cream adorned with bits of bacon would give me butterflies. I salute the architect of Baconalia – to create something creamy and crunchy, sweet and salty takes a culinary innovator. There are times when my heart is beside itself – when it drowns out friends’ cautions that what I’m eating is gross, when it discards the fact that one dessert may cause me to put on 5 pounds, when  all it sees is something beautiful…even when no one else does. And that’s love.

I’m going through a tough breakup. And somewhere in the midst of the confusion and dejection, the unthinkable happened: I lost my appetite. I lost my appetite on vacation. I woke up to aromas of freshly baked muffins and just scrambled eggs with chives. And not even a little drool.

For the ordinary person – weird. But for me – catastrophic. I have dreams about chocolate and bacon and chocolate bacon. When I wait in line at the bank, I wonder what a peanut butter and marshmallow swirl milkshake would taste like. When I fill gas, I think of pecan cupcakes with a cream cheese icing centers.

And so you can understand, my friend, that the people around me were concerned when I put my hand up in refusal to tried and trusted eggs. In the middle of the yelling and crying, I lost myself. No, worse – I lost my food.

This blog is my protest to that. It is my homage to flavor.

This blog is my acclamation to you, my food lover friend. It is to make sure – with conviction – that you find the perfect meal. So I will, free of charge, go to restaurants and eat a lot for you. And I’ll relay my findings here, my humble gift to your bellies. Cheers.