The Wake-up

Hi! 5 1/2 years ago I woke up one morning to a smell from my childhood that i had long forgotten.  It was the sweet smell of breakfast or better yet bacon.  I remembered it form waking on Saturday mornings and how it would draw me to the kitchen where my Mom was preparing breakfast.  I had forgotten how much the smell affected me and ever since that morning my love for food has grown.  It has grown to the point of having FB albums of just Food.  In particular Bad Ass Food.  Why eat or get worked up about average run of the mill stuff.  It's like a wonderful relationship that keeps growing and maturing.  Fancy words and snobby attitudes aren't welcome in my relationship with Bad Ass Food.  I feel it would limit the doors that could be opened by looking in the right spots or asking the right people where I might find my next unforgettable bite.  I am definitely not a critic but more so one who appreciates those certain tastes that make me take a deep breath followed by an exhale of satisfaction.  Anyone that knows me knows that I LOVE food.