I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.
Chinese cooking is noisy - a multitasking activity that requires constant vigilance. There is no downtime.
Bacon. Crispy. Salty. I could just eat a mountain of bacon for breakfast; it's so delicious.
I love the smell of frying liver. It kind of releases a sweetness into the air, and it kind of prickles your nose, and it kind of makes you awake... it gets me excited.
When you hear bacon cooking....that sizzling sound isn't the fat cooking....that's applause.
I think there's a little bit of sizzling here. Honestly, I can feel it. The ions are flying back and forth.
Who cannot appreciate the smell of bacon? It smells good, but I never want to grab a bite.
I don't know if there is too much bacon! I used to have bacon parties. That's how much I love bacon.
