Bakin'.

I was hanging out with my friend Bryan and his roommate Stephanie last night at their apartment. We ate Carl's Jr. and spent an obscene amount of time looking at pictures online of one of the American Idol contestants giving some guy a bj. 100% class.

We also had this conversation:

Stephanie: For the longest time I thought that saying was, "Bring home the bakin' and fry it up in a pan..."
Bryan: She did.
Me: Bakin'?
Stephanie: Like baked goods.
Me: But people don't fry baked goods in a pan.
Bryan: Chicken.
Me: Chicken is not a baked good.
Stephanie: People don't just bring home bacon. That is a really disgusting concept.
Me (singing): "I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan. And never, never, never let you forget you're a man."
Stephanie: Oh my god! What are you singing?
Bryan: I know, right?
Me: The song.
Stephanie: What song?
Me: The bring home the bacon song.
Bryan: No.
Me: It's a song. I think by Aretha Franklin. Yeah, Aretha Franklin.
Bryan: Never heard of her.

Turns out we were all wrong.