Semi-Daily Scribbles

We don't even own a frying pan, but the smell of bacon fat clings to the walls. The odor comes and goes. It's kind of homey and comforting, but also creepy. Pork, of all things. Sue-Ann and I are vegans! Am I having a dietary crisis? Am I about to pick back up all my poor eating habits? That was so 75 pounds ago. One day at a time. But damn if the essence of doughnut doesn't wash over me every so often. Such a cruel reminder of my past; the emanation of a full-on Friday night fry-up. Beignets for dessert! I am weak. It's because of the holidays. I just can't get Christmas to taste right anymore. The anguish passes quickly enough when the food frenzy dies down. January isn't the same without miso soup.