What's wrong with me?

I'm sitting here with a truckload of work to finish, and I pick this moment to start a weblog. Clearly, having a backlog of seven -- no -- eight jobs isn't enough of a pressing matter to stop me from goofing off.

Maybe like most bloggers, this sort of thing started with a semi-warped sense of humor, a half-decent writing ability, and no hopes of ever obtaining a publishing contract, so now I have to start spewing whatever comes to mind for the public-at-large. Lucky, lucky you. Please accept my most sincere apologies if I fail to meet any expectations you might have.

There's no secret meaning lurking behind the blog name. It was picked in sheer desperation when the countless unique, kind-of-funny titles I conjured turned out to be not unique at all. Without boring you to death with the route of my train of thought, be satisfied in knowing that it jumped the tracks at my all-time favorite comfort food. Naming this thing was clearly a stressful and time-consuming experience for me. I've worked up an appetite.

On its surface, the peanut-butter-and-bacon sandwich sounds like a disgusting concept. Please, please don't run away yet.

If you love bacon and you love peanut butter (passive "likes" might not apply) chances are very good that you'll find this to be a divine combination. It can be put on warm toast, which makes the PB all gooey and wonderful, but straight-out-of-the-bag squishy white bread works just as well. The only rule to this sandwich: The bacon must be crisp and drained. This is non-negotiable. Who wants that kind of indigestion?

Maybe you do if you're reading me.

P.S. There's another rule: never serve it cold. Cold peanut butter is just plain gross.

Thanks for visiting!