CREAMY & ZESTY, BEST EATEN ALONE

Not all bachelor kibble contains chili peppers and spicy condiments. Man does not live by cayenne alone. Indeed, hot stuff is a darn good substitute for a love life, and one can imagine what kind of woman a habanero would represent, but there are other flavours in the palette that also find one's affection.

Several days ago the late night snack consisted of devilled eggs with a smoky chunk of bacon on top. Sheer heaven. That place does a dynamite egg.
Of course, all their other offering are equally heart-healthy. As well as karmically perfect. Vegans and health-nuts should not dine there. The bowl of fried bacon with ranch dip would send them screaming in terror down the street, to be hit head-on by a crazed meat-eater driving a Chevy with a gun-rack and a bumper-sticker informing us that "my kid gives your kid the heebie-jeebies". Your kid may be an honour student and on the dean's list, but do you really want him reverting to pissing in his bed at night? Avoid the heebie-jeebie man, and keep your health-vegan-nutzoid self far away from the bacon place.


On the other hand, yesterday's quick repast did not contain even a scrap of bacon. Toast dipped in a scrumptious compound of yoghurt, barbecue potato chips, and cracked pepper. The chips were there in lieu of bacon. There was no bacon in the house, you see.
And the yoghurt needed a little extra zip.


Yeah, there was some hot sauce in there.

There weren't any jalapeños either.




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