By day, a mild-mannered food blogger. By night….?

It could have something to do with the 88-pound pig I ate for most of last week. Or the fact that I’ve been eating burgers for this blog at a rate roughly equivalent to a small nation that has a diet that consists entirely of burgers.

But despite a self-imposed meat ban of 48 hours, my body is sending out desperate cries at inopportune times. I breathe sausage in the elevator. I re-taste bacon in meatings. I even misspell meetings. I have a case of the unidentified meat burps.