I think we all know that I’m highly flammable by now. Highly flammable and uncoordinated, which is a terrible combination seeing as I’m rehearsing to play the Wicked Witch of the West this summer.
But I have come before you to argue that my flammability is not entirely my fault! In my defense, I present the story of my most recent kitchen fire.
The story begins with my love of bacon. I didn’t eat pork of any kind for years after seeing the movie Babe, but then one day the husband convince me to try a nibble of fried pig fat. Good lord, my life changed. Bacon is a magical gift from the cosmos, and I will not reject such an amazing treasure. (more…)