We're back, baby...and we brought BACON!

I was recently a part of a pseudo-intervention over the past few weeks.  No, it wasn't for my blatant abuse of alcohol, energy drinks or Nutella (but I hear one is being planned for those)...it was because I have not been regularly posting new stories onto this little corner of the interweb known as Edge of the Lemon.  Friends and family have been coming out of hiding to remind me that I have been falling behind on my blogging duties and letting people down.  So, for not posting as often, for keeping everyone out of fresh posts, and for letting you all down, I am sorry...sorry you're all such jerks with nothing better to do than point out the short comings of others!  In all seriousness though, thanks to all of you for reaching out and letting me know what you think of this little blog, what it means to you and reminding me why I like to share the things I do!

For those of you that don't know me very well, I love bacon.  Ah, bacon...sweetest of the salty meats.  Where would I be if it wasn't for you?  Skinny, I guess.  Anywho, there isn't much I wouldn't add a piece of bacon to in attempts to make it better:

The above was a gourmet donut Mr Carlson brought in last week for Treat Day...delicious!

Remember the low-carb fad diets from a few years ago?  Of course you do, the ones where people died from obesity?  I too fell into the stranglehold of the "eat anything you want as long as it doesn't have any carbs in it":

My crazy and arguably unhealthy love for bacon has even earned me a reputation at work.  Karen recently sent me some pictures of "turtle burgers" to which I had to add my own caption at the end of the series:

Wheeler also understands my Achilles Heal.  My Kryptonite of Pork if you will (I call it Porkonite):

Even my kids, the non-bacon ones, are starting to get into the bacon kick.  You may remember a post recently about Adler and his ruse to convince the world he's not as smart as he truly is.  Well I caught him in another slip-up recently when it came time for breakfast:

And Ayris isn't any better:

But who can blame them, really?  Especially when they have me as their dad:

Hey, don't judge!  That was an unfair question at the time...

So there you have it: my love for bacon.  I know that there are others out there that love bacon too, and to them I say, "Hands off, that's my bacon!  Get your own, Fatty!"  For those of you who do not eat bacon, I will not judge you.  Whether it's by personal choice or by your religion, that just leaves more bacon for the rest of us.  Thanks for that, by the way!

With that, I leave you all with a poem about bacon:

A flowchart on bacon:

And an unfulfilled prophecy on Bacon:

Hope you all have a bacon filled bacon that brings a bacon to your bacon.

-Bacon!

P.S. - Amber, can't wait to try some of your tasty, new dishes from culinary school.  Remember, when in doubt - just add bacon!