Bacon Week: Day 6

Saturday has brought about the realization of a childhood dream. I decided to make my own bacon-burger-dog, as mentioned numerous times on the Cosby Show. Unfortunately, I only remember it being mentioned and not shown. Upon intensive research (googling it), I could only find one clip picturing said culinary masterpiece. This is the best image I could get of the elusive BBD.

ENHANCE.

Hmmm. That still doesn't tell me much. It looks as though it rests upon a regular burger bun. But I can't tell what the physical make-up of the meats is. I would have to wing it. After trying to make burger patties with embedded hot dogs, I soon realized that it would be easier to wrap the ground beef around the dogs. I know the pic looks more a burger, but didn't mind changing my approach. Given that "dog" is the last word of the name, I feel that the intention was always to add the bacon and burger to a dog base.

For this momentous occassion, I pulled out the University of Tennessee grilling spatula that the Wife gave me last year. A wonderous spatula for a wonderous meat pile. I slapped 'em on the grill. Flipped 'em once. Slapped one into my belly.

Dreams can come true.

Bacon Week: Day 5

It's Friday. The Wife hasn't run her mouth too much this week, so I took her out to dinner. I had bacon and cabbage.

The Wife had fish and chips. I think she was in a British mood, because of the royal wedding. I think it was pretty tacky that they would schedule such a thing during Bacon Week.

Bacon Week: Day 4

For day 4, I made kabobs with chicken wrapped in bacon.



Much like Spider Man's symbiote costume, bacon wraps itself around its host to make it stronger.

It's like bacon-wrapped Spidey.

Bacon Week: Day 3

For day 3, I decided to go with bacon as a condiment, or fixin'. But to unleash it's full potential, I had to add it to something that would be hard to improve upon.

TACOS!

The Wife decided to just go with one small piece of bacon. She said it would be like a cherry on top.
While I can't agree with the quantity, I certainly can't deny the principal. I married that girl for a reason.

Bacon Week: Day 2

The BLT. A staple in the bacon world. A sandwich, in which, bacon is allowed to stand on its own merits.

What better candidate for day 2 could there be?

So, as I headed home, after a long day at work, the Wife agreed to start up some bacon cooking. I arrived home to the smell of delicious pig belly. I got some bread and added my "B" and "L". But no "T". I don't like "T". Seriously, I say F "T" in its A.

Half of the sandwich did not make it to this photo shoot.

Delicious, but I was not quite full. So I took a small flour tortilla and some spinach (we were now out of "L"), and added a couple more bacon strips. I call it a "BS wrap".

The wife did not allow me to continue without adding some cheese. I had no grounds to argue.

I did not care to wait for a picture to be taken.

Bacon Week.

Bacon! God bless it. I know there are lots of meats, and I love them all. However, pound for pound, bacon is your best bet for pure, unadulterated flavor. And I love it. Thus, to show the Big Guy upstairs that I care, I gave it up for Lent. Within two hours, I had regretted this decision. But I held strong and went 40 days without.*

So, now that Easter has passed, the bacon ban is lifted. I stopped at my local grocer to purchase a pack of pig meat for dinner. That's when it hit me. Why should it only be tonight? I should celebrate its return with a WEEK OF BACON!

That's right. Every day this week, I will be including bacon in at least one meal per day.

For it's return, I decided to celebrate the world's greatest meat, with the world's greatest meal: breakfast for dinner. So this evenings entry was French-toasted French bread with strawberries, banana, and Vermont maple syrup. I then topped it all off with 7 strips of delicious pork belly (only 6 strips are pictured below, because one found its way into my mouth before I could take the picture).

Welcome back, dear friend.

*In the spirit of full disclosure, I did unknowingly eat what I thought was a ham and pineapple pizza, only to later discover that it was Canadian bacon. But like all things Canadian, I don't feel that it should count.

Grass Kicker

Home ownership comes with some crap chores. Today's was planting grass seed. If there are any botanists reading this, could you explain how grass can grow through a crack in my driveway, but leave giant bare patches of wonderful dirt bare?

So, I figure this should be easy. I buy a bag of grass seed, throw it in the dead patches, water a little, and BOOM....no more dead patch. But then I mention it at work, and everyone has a different strategy. Read the bag, and there are directions. DIRECTIONS. For growing grass. And they aren't "buy, throw, water, BOOM", as I had expected. There's raking, fertilizing, spreading, blah, blah, hooey, blah. I started raking, then decided to go my own route. Throw a little water in the yard, throw out some seed, drop some top soil.

I don't need to follow your rules, grass seed companies. I think my indifference for the rules is what landed me the Wife. Now, I'm the bad boy of lawn care.

Watching the grass grow has been synonymous with boredom, until now.

Random Shower Thought #20

I should have given up digging in my belly button for Lent.