Bacon

I sat down for breakfast late, but only because I was waiting for her outside. I was running early and she was running late and then she showed up on time and I didn’t think to look for her car in the parking lot. So I stood outside and talked on the phone while she sat inside and drank coffee, watching me from behind the large window and laughing to herself.

We ordered omelets and bacon, extra crispy.

I watched her with one eyebrow raised as she excised the fat from her bacon with the precision of a surgeon.

“So, we’re still doing that?” I asked, with a nod at the bacon fat discards piled on the corner of her plate.

She kept to the task at hand without missing a beat and gave me a look.

“Yes, we are still doing this, as if you don’t know.” Then she popped a piece of fat-free bacon in her mouth and grabbed another strip, which she used to point at me.”Listen, we both know how this is going to end. You’re going to be bored one day, wondering what to write, and you’re going to remember this. Why don’t you get it over with and thank me now?”

Thank you, Helena.

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19 Responses to “Bacon”
  1. Amy says:

    There’s nothing quite like a long-standing friend. Eventually you reach that point where you know you’ll never lose that friendship . . . because she knows entirely too much. :)

  2. Tiffany says:

    I didn’t know where you were going with this post, but you had me at bacon.

    Helena looks good (at least from half a nose up)

  3. Pamelotta says:

    Ahhh, the comfort of old friends. Nothing like it.

    I wonder if anyone sells bacon strip Christmas tree ornaments? I would, of course, like mine with all the fat attached. ;)

  4. roni says:

    what a sweet moment. thank you.

  5. Cathy says:

    Gotta love friends who sit in the cafe drinking coffee while you wait for them in the parking lot. Reminds me of, “A friend will help you move, but a real friend will help you move a body.” Helena sounds like the best of all possible friends…as you are, Jules.

  6. Amydelle says:

    She has great eyebrows.

  7. It took me a moments close reading to follow what was going on, but the resultant laughter was worth it!! Gotta love friends and their quirks!

  8. Would it disgust you completely to know that I would LOVE to eat all that bacon fat?
    By itself?

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Hi! I’m Jules.

I used to be an attorney, but it made me grumpy. Now I write about life, sweet and savory, as a wife and mother to two small boys. My knowledge of dinosaurs knows no bounds.

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