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the only possible answer is bacon

So: the weekend. Friday night pesto-tuna bake, a glorified tuna casserole that C will only eat *some of* because she's currently only eating vegetables, or at least mostly vegetables, and saying things like, "I just want to eat vegetables." I've been to this vegetable country before and it has many gyms and yoga places and is constantly populated with women running half-marathons. The supermarkets are all called Good Intentions and they only sell vegetables and hard things made out of whole wheat. Clear blue skies, new outfits and fresh shining skin: it's really a lovely place, bursting with dreams, and while no one stays for very long, everyone always looks forward to coming back as soon as possible.

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  1. Enjoy your heart attack, Mr. Bacon-is-good-for-me.

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  2. well, well, i love this post as it is so about *me* or the zillion of me-s who do this... constantly.

    on our little vacation weekend, rainer and i both had bacon twice. because we haven't since thanksgiving and it *was* organic.
    oink oink.

    love the red illustration on this post!

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  3. Anonymous10:15 am

    I love my bacon with cheese and olive oil. Wash it down with a hot piping chai.

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  4. My husband is the cook in the family. I'm always asking him to find more vegetarian recipes. Somehow, they always have bacon in them. I sigh. Then I eat these bacon veggie dishes. They're good. And possible as close as I'll ever get to being a vegetarian.

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  5. There is nothing that isn't improved by preserved pig products.

    I've heard of that sunny healthy country but it sounds too harsh for my delicate constitution.

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  6. If I had to kill my own food, I'd be a vegetarian

    But seeing as I don't have to kill my own food, I'll happily munch on a bacon sandwich

    The smell of sizzling bacon is just soooooo good. I often wonder if vegetarians secretly love the smell (or whether it makes them feel sick)

    Ooooh, it's breakfast time right now? Score!

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  7. i am not clever enough to join in the banter, but i do love reading it.

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  8. Kaz, I'm a vegetarian and the smell of sizzling bacon is a serious test of how badly i want to stay meat-free.

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  9. really like this little illustration - is this one of yours? as I have a white black red blog and I would like to highlight this! if possible!

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  10. we3: Absolutely; I'll email you.

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