The praline bacon at Elizabeth’s. Smothered in butter and brown sugar, then baked: HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY GO WRONG? If this helps prove my point, I’ll tell you this much: I’m not even a bacon eater.
Gasp.
But I honestly prefer sausage. (That’s what she said.)
And yet… nothing gets between me and my praline bacon, which is why I’m going to make it – soon – for my dormmates. Gotta spread a little love in the world.
On Christmas Eve, little kids dream of sugarplums – but only as a prelude to vividly colored dreams of this most heavenly of breakfast side dishes. I urge you to bring this into your life at the earliest possible convenience. Take a bite and the world around you will spin uncontrollably, chaotically, for a minute before settling down into an eternal, enlightened beatitude.
And if, by some stroke of insanity, you have a few strips leftover, toss them in with a batch of dark chocolate chip cookies. Never has there been a more versatile food. You heard it here first.
Well, little sister, truer words about bacon have never before been spoken. This morning, I was feeling blah, sad in a bacon-less world, when lo and behold, there were praline-bacon scones sitting wantonly on a cake-plate at Fuel Cafe. I kissed Chef MariBeth full on the mouth (well, actually I didn’t, but I wanted to), swooning as I shoveled in that scone, my chest dusted in crumbs. I feel better now, don’t you?
Your name came up at lunch today, all of us (Robert Peyton, Rene Louapre, etc.) agreeing that we’re afraid you’ll join the Peace Corps, or other do-goodish group, and not return to the NOLA food fold. Please say it ain’t so. P.S. Know what we miss? YOU!
Oops, that probably should have read: Know WHO we miss? YOU! But you knew that.
oooo…never heard of this before! Sounds like a life-is-worth-living kinda treat! Thanks, Passionfruitbutter!