If you know me at all in real life, you likely know one thing about me. I hate bacon.
I have pretty much always thought that it was disgusting. Ugh. And Ryan loves bacon. Which means I’d gag and open all the windows every single time he fried it in the kitchen. Yick.
And I actually told him to make it somewhere else. Because I didn’t even want the stuff in our fridge. Not near our house. And he’d try to get up earlier than me so that he could make it and get the house aired out before I woke up. It didn’t work. I could sniff bacon in my sleep.
But life has totally changed. Which means I should probably tell you – I don’t hate bacon anymore. At all. In fact, I like it.
THEWORLDISCOMINGTOANEND. Kim eats bacon.
What? Menus don’t speak to you?
That’s not the strange part. The strange part is that a BLTA has bacon on it. BACON.
So, I ordered it. And I devoured it. It tasted awesome. So awesome that I picked up bacon on the way home and made Ryan and I BLTAs at home the following week. And the following week. Ryan was shocked. And thrilled.
Since then, I’ve tried bacon by itself, on sandwiches and even on salads. But, I have to draw the line at bacon bits.
And in case you are wondering, ham still hasn’t made it off the “I hate it” list.
So, I guess that the world hasn’t completely gone insane. Yet.
Has anyone else heard of such a crazy thing? And more importantly, can having a baby cause crazy changes to food aversions?