It's Friday. Elvis is home. He's in my kitchen - again! I know a lot of people would be happy if someone else did all the cooking. I'm not one of those people - I honestly enjoy cooking. I do have to admit, when he cooks, it's usually pretty good. Granted, we have totally different cooking styles - I, am a Domestic Goddess in the kitchen, able to make everything from abalone to zucchini. He, is a man. That usually means that whatever it is, there is bacon involved. Dinner tonight is no exception.
I should have known that he was plotting his kitchen coup when he asked what was for dinner - before I even had my first sip of coffee. I wasn't remotely caffeinated at that time so I missed the subtle hints. It wasn't until he was asking about peppers, onions, carrots, mushrooms and BACON did I know, he was up to something.
Bacon Bomb - From what I can tell, it's weaved bacon with ground pork, peppers, onions, a bunch of other things... and everything is rolled up and shoved in the oven. I know he's basting it with bbq sauce every 30 mins. I'm sorry I can't post a recipe for you, but I have no clue what he's doing in there!
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