Bacon life, or better yet life with a Bacon..did I ever tell you that men love my last name. Not so much women. There's just something about the name that reminds them of salty meaty goodness that makes them comment..but back to our program. This is Riddick and I last night: Bacongal: "honey why is there a knife and salt shaker on the table by your recliner" Riddick: "I was attached by slugs" Ok, we live in the NW, which does have slugs, but not when it's 27 degrees outside. The true story. He was eating potato salad (salt) and adding some of my home made pickles (knife) in his recliner.
I yelled that once. Not really yelled, more like exclaimed it loudly and with panic. Panic caused by the fear of projectile vomit coming out all over me and everyone else at the table. I was on Roatan, with two friends, Missy and Prissy. We had been "dolphin trainers for a day" and had chosen to buy the cheap lunch with the locals. We were told they had only two plates of fish left and than the conejo. Conejo is spanish for "rabbit". So I made the sacrifce and let the twins have the fish. It's not my favorite meat, but I figured what the heck..when in rome... All was good until the american dolphin trainer walked by and was kind enough to tell me that "conejo" wasn't the "rabbit" I was thinking of. She said the magic word.."Watusa" Abruptly a plate with rice and fried plantain appear with a dark sweet smelling meat...Watusa. That's when the yelling came in and the controlled gag reflex fyi....Watusa is a damm r