Vegans, Avert Your Eyes

Double Daddy digs some meat.

In a faith-bolstering manifestation of what goes around comes around/live by the Golden Rule/Put Good in-Get Good Out/karmic fashion, on Father's Day eve, as a Daddy and husband par excellence, Scott was invited to a men-only, meatfest.

The internet sleuthing for the ideal piece to pot luck was extensive; but before too long, my beloved (cholesterol controlled by Lipitor) man had unearthed a caveman's delight: The Bacon ExplosionTM. Yes, this cavalcade of carnage is so impressive, its creators logged it legally via trademark.

As any meat-loving man with male offspring would do, he brought his seven-year-old son into the preparation process. With this bacon-y behemoth, the "cooking" was closer to a craft project. [Again, now would be the right time for any vegetarians to look away. Truth told, it even gets to me a bit...]

It began innocently enough---simply frying up a panful of pork bacon...

Then, it took a wicked turn with a weaving on wax paper (please note the greasy thumb)...

Using the mat of meat as a base, he then pressed on two pounds of sweet sausage and sprinkled the crumbled bacon on top, along with an amazing cinnamon sweet rub.

The uppermost meat mass was then rolled into a sausage "snake."
(Wonder how many web-surfers will be disappointed Google Search brought them here with that phrase...) Sarah thought this stage much resembled a bed.

You know what happened next...and it required four hands on deck.

The house does smell amazing...and I'm guessing it will for quite some time. Although I do wonder if all the rumored bears in Richmond will now be drawn to our doorstep...

Happy Father's Day, All!