Granted, I'm not trekking through deepest, darkest Peru in search of the spectacled bear (or any other of Paddington's relatives); I'm not off to Tanzania to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro, and I've not applied to CSIS (but really, if they need an accusedly adorable short chick who can not only string words together well but bring in the occasional cupcake, tart or biscuit to share, all they need to do is call. Besides, can't you see me as a Miss Marple (à la Margaret Rutherford)-meets-Thursday Next-meets-Nora Charles (especially when she gives that look when people are being idiots and she can't say anything...like the look I give the exbf when he's half-way through a sentence) with a bit of Nero Wolfe thrown in for good measure? See...I'd be perfect there).
I write of the final stage of bruised heart-mending: getting over him and considering returning to those murky dating waters again.
And they are murky.
I peeked into the online dating site where I met Dear Soul.
About half the guys were there two years ago--including *gasp* the superficial and rude ones. Many of the newer ones don't post photos and the "in thing" seems to be leaving a blank profile. Glah. I've even perused some picture-free, information-free theoretically wannabe half-of-a couple candidates whose 100 words mostly comprise of "I'm good looking and fun. Looking for the same. No pic, no response--fair is fair" Umm. Yeah. Good luck with that.
I'm not quite ready to go back out there yet, but at least I can bring myself to thinking about possibly maybe finding someone...at some point...later.
But before I do that, a good breakfast is in order. Not one of those poncey fruit and yoghurt with wheat grass juice dealies. I'm talking of real breakfast. The type that sends farmers off to the fields. The type that makes oleophobes quake in their boots. The type that gets you going the morning after the night before.
You know it:
Maple glazed peppered bacon.
Pumpernickel toast with butter and marmelade.
Hash brown potatoes
Heaven on a plate. Pure and simple. It's the breakfast I have before I explore the country or a metropolis. When I meet with foodbloggers, it's pretty darned close to my standard order when at my favourite Toronto brunch spot. It's my favourite breakfast on a lazy Sunday morning at home.
Maple-glazed peppered bacon is another of those non-recipe recipes I love so much. There's nothing to it--bacon, maple syrup, and freshly cracked black pepper--but when combined, the result is smokey, salty, sticky sweet and spikey...just enough to remind you that life is actually... good.
Maple-glazed peppered bacon
Rashers of streaky bacon
Freshly cracked black pepper
Preheat oven to 160C/325F. Line a baking tray with foil--if you have a cooling rack that fits the tray, set it on top of the lined tray, if not, don't worry about it.
Brush the rashers with maple syrup. Sprinkle with pepper.
Lay the rashers on the rack (or on the foil) and pop into the oven. Bake until done. How long will that be? It depends on a number of things: the bacon's thickness, how much fat there is, the state of your oven. It can take 15 minutes or longer...just keep an eye on them...the time between cooked and charred isn't really that much.
Food to mend a bruised heart part one: Poutine
Food to mend a bruised heart part two: Choco-fudge cake with peanut butter icing
I'm a quill for hire!
Wonderful post. I understand how hard it is to gather yourself up and get back out there...take your time! No need to hurry, when you're ready you're more likely to find someone you can really appreciate. AND who appreciates YOU!
Oh yes, I'm with you. Bacon does in fact make everything seem better!
This is definitely awesome break-up food. Or I've been single for five years food. Oof that sounds...not fun. I'm going to forget that I wrote that.
I tried online dating for a while and it takes a LOT out of you! Just sifting through the crazies takes up most of your time. I'm regrouping at the moment. Getting ready for the next online dating binge.
In the meantime I'll make myself some of this fantastic bacon. I think I deserve it.
Oh, sad! But if I can give any advice it would be to make some of this fabulous bacon and stand out on the street and give it away. You will surely meet a like soul this way. But give yourself time and when you are least looking for it...
If anything can cure life's ills it's got to be bacon! Hang in there.
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