Why is it that when guys get together they drink, then toss around ideas about the next great American start up, and then somehow wind up with bacon involved in the scheme?  Sheesh.  When I get together with the ladies, we talk about former college boyfriends (sigh), the quality of local public schools (comme ci, comme ça), and what we should eventually do with our aging parents (If you are reading this, mom and dad, we really do want you to move in.  I promise!).

In the spirit of what I said earlier, I give you Everything should taste like bacon.  Um.  No.  No, it shouldn’t.  Especially not my beans.