OK. I have a bacon addiction. There, I said it.

I knew I had a problem, but I didn’t realize how many others knew about it until I got this in the mail today from my good friend Ferd and his lovely wife, Gail.

Bacon_Gift_box

It’s a gift box of bacon-related food stuffs from J & D’s, a company whose brilliant tagline is “Everything Should Taste Like Bacon.”

Indeed.

That’s bacon lip balm in the middle of the box there. Come ‘ere, baby! Gimme a kiss!

But wait! I have blogged about bacon only six times. I’m puzzled why people think I have a bacon problem.

Is it because most of my contest prizes involve bacon?

Is it because when I cut my finger, I wear bacon Band-aids?

Is it because I consider this a snack?

Really. It’s not that bad.

Y’all don’t have to send me emails every week with stuff you found on the web that’s bacon-related.

It doesn’t do anything for me.

I am not a bacon freak.

Just because I use bacon toothpicks and have bacon mints in my desk drawer at work doesn’t mean anything.

It doesn’t.

I can quit any time I want.

I change my mind. I don’t have a bacon addiction. So anyone thinking of setting up a bacon intervention, don’t bother.

You’d regret the time that you had taken, because you’re sadly mistaken about the bacon.

Maybe.

Stumble it!