I’d like to think I am above saying it’s the salt…
It’s the salt.
The biscuit is chewy and flaked in salt
The bacon is chewy and cooked in salt
The cheese is gooey and absorbs the salt
The egg is flat and dusted in salt.
It’s salt, all the way down.
Thick texture– the miracle ones hot off the heater
Biscuit just a little crunchy on top
Cheese a non-Newtonian substance,
Resting on an egg so circular it made the hen weep to see it.
And the bacon – not thick and hearty,
Not thin and crispy,
It’s just a rectangle of salty, primal fulfillment.
The bite, a mix of easy to digest textures
The instant gratification of a week’s worth of salt in one go
Overwhelms my feeble receptors
And down I dive into the bliss…
Of salt.