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Bacon and Eggs

01 Oct

I woke up today at five something in the morning with my mind still on the book concept I’d been thinking through the previous evening—as if nothing had happened. Nothing, as in no pause in my mental circuitry. That’s normal for me. I don’t know why. But actually, something had happened—just not in the mental realms.

My nose had decided to upgrade to a greater level of production without my consent.

My throat had decided to start fires, again without my consent.

After a long period of mental rambling, nasal trumpeting, recitation, and meditation, I finally went back to sleep at six something.

We are currently having two weeks of school holidays. This next part wouldn’t work in the school term. (I love the holidays.) I woke up at an unrecorded time and stayed in bed until half past ten, attempting to continue thinking through the book concept I had been thinking through the night before. However, after a short period of thinking, my room was invaded by people of all flavours, one checking up on my condition, another packing for a camp in the second week of these holidays, others wandering in just to talk and inform me of everything I’ve missed, asking me when I was going to get up, serenading me with ukeleles, fiddling with my Lego pirate ship which my older brother had kindly rebuilt for me yesterday. And when they finally all left, I wasn’t in the thinking mood.

However, before I got up, my mother had suggested breakfast in bed, and one of my siblings jumped on the idea. He decided to make me bacon and eggs for breakfast. This is a one-of-a-kind thing in our family, occurring about once every one or two years.

baconeggs

No, I did not eat them in bed. I dragged myself out of bed before that and hovered over his shoulder at points until he finished cooking my breakfast. The bacon and eggs were great, despite being a little cold. But who cares. I’ve got a little cold as well. (Bad pun.)

And I guess that’s all I’ve got to say. (Except that we buy bacon in packs of six, and my brother ate one and a half pieces and shared out the rest.) Since it’s the holidays, I have more time on my hands, and I may possibly write a few more blog posts. I’ve got some ideas brewing, the preeminent one a hypothesis about writing. And on that, I’ll leave you in suspense.

Do you often have bacon and eggs for breakfast?

Matthew

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5 Comments

Posted by on October 1, 2014 in Food, Friends and Family, Randomness

 

5 responses to “Bacon and Eggs

  1. sarahtps

    October 2, 2014 at 1:27 am

    Sorry you’re sick. :( I hope you feel better soon.
    I don’t have bacon and eggs much, just on special occasions and occasionally Saturdays when we feel like having more than cereal.
    Also: your bacon looks like ham. I’m pretty sure that if I saw it here in the US of A, it would be called ham. So what do you call the thing we call bacon?

     
    • Matthew

      October 3, 2014 at 8:51 pm

      I’m past it now. It only lasted a day or so.
      Sounds cool. And cereal—in our family, we don’t usually eat cereal for breakfast. I know a lot of people do, though. (We have homemade bread.)
      It’s still bacon. Ham is usually cut thinner and smoother than this, and we generally eat it (when we do eat it, which also isn’t often) cold instead of cooked.

       
      • sarahtps

        October 4, 2014 at 1:09 am

        That’s good. :)
        Homemade bread every day? I might be slightly jealous.
        Ah, ok. So kind of like lunchmeat-type ham in the U.S. (I was just curious, mostly because your bacon seems like Canadian bacon and I’ve always wondered about that.)

         
  2. andrewrobbrown

    November 28, 2014 at 3:40 pm

    I love bacon and go out of my way to buy “streaky bacon” which is what Americans call bacon. delicious

     

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