She's been eating it for breakfast every morning for the last two weeks.
Every now and then, I'll scramble some eggs or make some toast to go with it but since she leaves the other offerings lonely on the plate, I usually just serve up the meat.
But, as is typical for the Bird, it all comes to a sudden, screeching halt with absolutely no warning.
This morning, I seat her at the table and place the delicious food of her choice, the lovely bacon, in front of her.
And she proceeds to avert her eyes and turn up her nose.
Like she can't even look upon the offensive food.
Like she is pained that I would even think to serve her this dreadful pork product.
It does not matter that yesterday morning, she ate it like a starving woman. And did the same thing the previous thirteen mornings in a row.
Today, she no longer likes bacon.
And she will not phase out of liking bacon. She won't slowly pick at the bacon for a few days, giving me a hint that she is tiring of the same breakfast item.
Yesterday - she loves bacon.
Today - she despises bacon.
It's just one more way that little girl manages to keep me on my toes.