I know I shouldn't. I will probably regret it later. But the sweet lure of the bacon calls to me. I have had a truly awful day. One of those days where you feel like tears are brimming at the surface and are threatening to spill over at any moment. And let's be honest food tastes better when your eating it and crying. It's just basic tastebud science. Just like when you eat the entire tub of ice cream alone, those calories don't actually count. Like I said, basic tastebud science.
Comfort food is what I need. The perfect BLT. I slather mayonaise onto soft white bread. The really processed kind that squashes in my hands, wonder bread. Now is not the time for whole grains! I like limp bacon, so that the little rubbery edges are like taste bombs oozing with salty pork fat. I honestly could take or leave the tomatoes. Mostly I leave them. And I detest lettuce on sandwiches. It's just a barrier between the mayo and the bacon. And they really should be together, comingling. A match made in heaven. Especially since I put obscene amounts of mayo on the bread. The lettuce would just get soggy and no one wants soggy lettuce. And since I didn't add tomatoes or lettuce I have to add extra bacon to make up for it. Right?
I eat it standing up in front of the microwave with my eyes closed. So good. My perfect BLT. Or really just a B, I guess. I am sad to see it go as I pop the last bite into my mouth. I chew as I clear away the evidence and vow tomorrow will be all salads. Healthy salads..with bacon...and maybe ranch dressing.
What's your perfect comfort food?