Cheese and bacon...and Baka

Ok so we could talk politics or feminist theory (oh, don't worry I'll get to that. I know, relief eh? - God I love Tina and Ellen...tangents, their my true fav. Well, right after....) but we are here to talk about my TRUE true loves le frommage et le bacon. 

Ay caramaba! Do you see that well deserved heart attack above? I betcha it's deep fried. And that's NOT a turn off. 

The key to life is K.I.S.S. - not the band, simplicity. And that being said, what I am not referring to is orange cheddar simplicity but simple ingredients. I loves me some Caprice des Dieux (amrite Swiley?) in addition to plain marble - it just has to be dairy. Please note - I will not be intaking Limburger and I do have a soul deep appreciation for cheese of the stinky variety. Particularly blue. Veiny, melty blue....

God, I was drifting away there. Sweet daydreams of eating.  Of my day dreams, eating features in the top 3. 

I have too much perfume on - I was leaning on my hand and I am making myself nauseous and I put it on this morning! It's a really nice perfume! It's not that it's too much, I am just not used to it but I am used to Baka telling me when people wear too much. Baka is always right. Especially about eating raw garlic. Which conveniently leads me to bacon. If there is anything I have inherited from the Croatian side of my family it's a swooning love for salty, dry cured meats. At the top of every love list I have ever made ever, is špek (shpeck) (the Scottish side is a different, boozey boozey post) 

My favourite, favourite memories include eating špek with Dida in the kitchen where he would do a bouncey side to side step as (and where I get it from) he would toss several cloves of raw garlic in with the meaty pieces.  

Dida is well into his 80s and works out MacGyver style with random buckets of concrete he has on pulleys etc. which tells me that špek and raw garlic (and being MacGyver) are the fountain of youth. Wasn't MacGyver the best? Baka used to make me "fettucini alfredo" with cottage cheese and dill. It was amazing. I actually had to go back and amend this post title as I realize it's turning into an ode of my 3 favourite things. 

I'd also like to take this opportunity to thank the amazing people who have helped teach me/continue to guide me in my new found love of cooking. In university, everything I produced came under the heading, "Hey! Look what I made!" and you'll be surprised to hear featured Cheese+Bacon 98% of the time - ok you're right 100% of the time. No one -except vegetarians, lactose intolerant and crazy people - turns down a meal regardless of what it looks like (presentation - still not a forte) featuring those two nuggets of joy. I love joy. 

I feel that in my future I want either the word or image of bacon on my inner thigh. Awesome right! 

(Mumma, if you're reading this I am not a silly child and you're not the boss of me. Okay, you're the boss of me but I'm in my 30s I can do what I want!) 

The moral of the story people, I think we can all agree, is stop making drama in your lives. Feed our friends, liberally sprinkle with wine, and everything will be okay.

a haiku:

Bacon is the best

Cheese is it's slutty lover

Picture that sex fest. 

xo