It all depends on your perception...

“All of this is to say that I have consumed an entire package of bacon since arriving at my parents’ house,” I told them.

I was sitting in the original Lladro coffee shop atop Queen Anne Hill with fairy-god-brother and his boyfriend. FGB and I were bundled up to the hilt, my orange knit cap giving me the appearance of a conehead, despite the fact that it was nearly covering my eyes. Whoever thought that one size fit all had clearly never encountered my head during the design process. I was meeting boyfriend for the first time.

“Bacon is a special type of food,” said FGB’s boyfriend.

Of course it was. Though I don’t technically keep kosher, I rarely brought non-Kosher foods in my house, but bacon was bacon. And when bacon magically appeared in parents’ refrigerator, I could not ignore it. Bacon wasn’t really a meat. Meat was tender and juicy. Bacon was dry and crispy. The closest meat it resembled was beef jerky which was rough and chewy. Though people said bacon came from pigs, I was not sure I believed them. There was nothing quite like bacon.

“I know a few vegetarians that eat bacon,” FGB’s boyfriend added.

“You cannot be a vegetarian and eat bacon,” FGB frowned.

“And yet there are people that do,” FGB’s boyfriend replied grinning at me from across the table.

Yep, I think boyfriend's a winner.