What Has Possessed Me?

I grew up eating bacon; every weekend Mom would make waffles with her homemade maple syrup and there'd also be eggs and thick-cut bacon. More than any one person should be eating, but it was something our entire family looked forward to. And that last strip of bacon was a fight that Dad usually won. But while I was pregnant, I wanted NOTHING to do with bacon, breakfast sausage was what I craved most. And to this day, I'd rather have sausage over bacon.

Well, I think my sausage cravings transcended the placenta and embedded themselves in my daughter's DNA because she is a FIEND for breakfast sausage.