I've gotten fat over the past few months. Surely part of the blame is suddenly having a full time job, being somewhere gray and cold and rainy, and of course a huge part is having a torn labrum. But part of the blame lies on Belgian beer and bacon. The yeasty, sweet caramel flavors of the Belgian Beer are the perfect complement to good smokey, salty, fatty bacon. Om nom nom nom. (the only thing missing from that flavor harmony is something pungent, which can be filled appropriately by brussel sprouts (in bacon of course), and a bit of aged balsamic would not be unwanted).
Today is brought to you by the letter B. B is almost certainly the best letter in the world. It has belgian beer and bacon. Brussel sprouts. Broccoli. It has blog, and of course me, Bloom. It has bread and butter (yum), batter, buns, and beer. Best of all it has bubble butts and boobs. This retarded rambling is here because I've been listening through my music collection alphabetically, and I'm amazed by how good B is.
Bonnie Prince Billy, Bonobo, Burial, Band of Horses, Beach House, Boards of Canada, Bjork, Beirut, Belle and Sebastian, Ben Watt (borderline B), Beta Band, Black Ghosts.