Please pause and take a moment to look at the image above. And imagine that the skillet of bacon goodness above is sizzling on your stove, in your kitchen. Now, can you smell the heady scent of smoky deliciousness? Is your mouth beginning to water expectantly? Are you anxiously waiting to take your first bite, and another, and another of a hot, crispy strip?
I can. It is. I am!
Anyhoo, this scrumptious image of sizzling, crisp bacony wonderfulness reminds me fondly of a privileged friendship I had once with Minnie Shafton.
Minnie chose me as friend.
And although she was 46 years older than me and of a different race and religion, a deep and memorable friendship bloomed between Minnie and I.
Her day — and mine — was incomplete if we did not speak to each other at least once. It was a friendship that we would enjoy for 15 years!
I miss you Minnie.
Sadly for me, Minnie died in 2010 at the age of 84—and I lost something extraordinary: a friend who made me to be part of their everyday.
Still, even today whenever the aroma of bacon beckons to me, I can’t help but think of Minnie, who was Jewish. Because she always said:
“When I come back in my next life, I am coming back as a Gentile, and the very first thing I am going to do is: Eat bacon!”
So when the dog bites, and the bee stings, and I’m feeling sad… I say, BACON—and I think of Minnie and smile!
Call to action: Do you love bacon? What food reconnects you to somewhere in time or reminds you of someone special?
Other things that make me very happy: Peonies and Don Williams.
3 thoughts on “Bacon Is Revelatory! I Miss You Minnie!”
When I think of bacon my mouth waters. Unfortunately, due to some health issue I no longer eat bacon. What a loss! And yes, I am always reminded of my mother and her coconut tarts. It has been 26 years since she passed on. but my mouth waters for those tarts that she used to make and send me through the mail. Thank you mom for the unforgettable memories. I miss you every day Mom!
You can have bacon. Maybe once every two weeks, I think. Oh, how I remember those tarts: very finely grated coconut, dash of cinnamon, and just enough sweetness all wrapped up in a flaky crust. I miss you too Grandma!
It is hard to lose such a friend, but I’ve been lucky and blessed with more than one. You’re welcome and thank you for being the same.