(Erik is in the kitchen, I am in the family room)
Erik, incredulous: What is this?!
Karen: Bacon-flavored jelly beans. Trish got them for me in San Diego. They don’t actually taste like bacon. (It’s true – the taste is pure smoke followed by the taste of an original flavor Sucrets. Actually, the whole thing tastes like a menthol cigarette. How anyone thought that tasted like bacon is beyond me.)
Erik: This is ridiculous!
Karen: I know, it’s just like a joke gift.
Erik: No, I mean your thing with bacon. Our friends are starting to give you bacon gag gifts! This has got to stop!
Karen: Ok…
Erik: I mean it. I don’t want you to be known as the Bacon Lady!
Karen: You mean, you don’t want to be known as Mr. Bacon Lady.
Erik: EXACTLY. It’s just silly! You need to lay off the bacon!
Karen: OK.
(Please note that I had already decided to take a “bacon break” the week before, because I’m getting a fat butt.)
(And because my new obsession is NUTELLA!)