That’s how long it has been since my Dad died of melanoma.
I think of him every day, I have conversations with him every day in my head and I talk about him to someone else every day. I can still smell him every time I hop in his old truck to drive anywhere. I love that.
Most of the time I think I’m doing pretty well. Until something sneaks up on me that I wasn’t expecting and then I feel like I’ve been flattened all over again.
Tonight we started watching My Sister’s Keeper and I could feel the sorrow creeping over me like a shadow. The girl with cancer began chemotherapy and I lost the plot. It was all so familiar. I think Dave just about gave himself a hernia in his scramble to find the remote and change the channel.
To make a bad night even worse, our normally quiet neighborhood has been transformed into party central, overrun by obnoxious 18 year olds; shrieking, banshee-like females and their male counter parts who do not speak only yell and race the POS cars. I do not drink enough to sleep through this shit.
fry the shit out of them whilst you are cooking your bacon. On the hunt for an alternative, I spied Henderson’s Dry Cured Bacon in Pak ‘n Save Albany last week (it was $6.99 for 500 grams – very comparable to standard brands) and popped it in my cart. Before I even opened the pack there was a visible difference between the Henderson’s bacon and the other brands. Dry cured bacon looks more like other cuts of pork. It is pale – way closer to white than pink. Nitrates preserve colour in meat products. Blecch. So how did it taste? Seriously the BEST tasting bacon I have ever eaten in my life. If you want more bacon taste from your bacon and need more bacon-ness in your life than give the hippy bacon a whirl. Foods that can cause cancer suck.
