I hate bacon. And sunshine, as my friends like to point out.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Who cannot appreciate the smell of bacon? It smells good, but I never want to grab a bite.
I hate sunshine so much. I can only cope with it when it's bitterly, bitterly cold.
I actually get quite sad when I smell bacon.
I want to spend as much time as I can with my family, yet I'm aware of having to bring home the bacon.
I think we love bacon because it has all the qualities of an amazing sensory experience. When we cook it, the sizzling sound is so appetizing, the aroma is maddening, the crunch of the texture is so gratifying and the taste delivers every time.
Bacon. Let's talk about bacon. There's no meat more glorious than bacon. You can add it to pasta instead of cheese. You can stick it in a sandwich, er... instead of cheese.
You know, it's hard to beat bacon at anytime of day. But I also am a big fan of corned beef hash.
I hate to cook and love to eat.
I hate pigs. I hate goats.
I love super crispy, almost burned, snapping-crispy bacon.