Confession
by keithpaugh
Yesterday the Elders Quorum made breakfast for a Break-The-Fast meal. I had mentioned earlier to the EQP that they should add bacon to their menu, which he so kindly did.
Well, they bought a lot of bacon. About 10 pounds worth even, but as luck would have it they were practically out by the time I was making my breakfast burrito and I only got two pieces. You can see how this was insufficient.
I quickly ducked into the kitchen and encouraged the men to keep frying.
Meanwhile, one of the family wards had returned to the building for choir practice, and a few children had found our breakfast spread. We graciously shared what was left with them.
I had just finished my burrito when an announcement was made to the cultural hall that more bacon was now ready. I took my time getting back to the buffet tables as not to appear too eager, and in those two minutes all the bacon was gone. I asked Lowell (a federal agent), standing by the empty platter what had happened, and learned the kids had rushed the table. I said,
“Lowell, as a federal agent, don’t you have the authority to stop their little hands from taking my bacon?”
(Ed. note: “I’ll take your bacon.â€)
(Ed note: No flirting on the Blog.)
As we were talking about this, a new batch of grease hot bacon was brought out of the kitchen. I thanked the cook for the new supply and went to grab a plate when the bacon thieves returned. They circled the table and began reaching in for the crispy delicious.
I cried out, “Hey!” and Lowell took his cue to reprimand the three boys.
“Now, kids. I think you’ve had plenty of our food. Go and find your parents.”
The boys ran out of the room about to cry, and I ran out too. Paris had already stopped them to let them know Lowell was joking. I felt so bad. My bacon addiction had broken the feelings of innocent children. They like bacon just as much as me.
This is when I realized I might have a bacon problem.
– Marilyn Lau
Let them cry.
My tears smell of bacon.
I’m totally a passive aggressive flirter. It’s so easy to do on the blog, but not as easy in real life.
Little chiggers shouldn’t be eating all your bacon anyway. Does Marilyn have her own blog?
kids need to have their spirits broken. Otherwise they’ll be spoiled.
marilyn was voted in high school: most likely to bring home the bacon.
she just needs someone to bring it home to.
No match making on the blog either.
this is to let you know (in case you didn’t) that Costco sells this magic bacon in a box. it’s already cooked and alls you have to do is microwave it for 40 seconds.
thumbs down on the costco bacon. it’s not the same.
Oh, man! I’ll say you have a bacon problem. The worst sort of bacon problem, too — they keep running out before you can get your fill.
There is no such thing as too much bacon.
I think you should write some more about bacon.