Please note that these are normal sized slices from Za, in a medium pizza box. Mmmmm. We were finished by the time we got back to my place...with only minor pizza sauce burns on our fingers. :)
Never satisfied with a bargain, I started searching online for Le Creuset, just to make sure I had truly found the best deal. Of course I happened to fall in love with every Le Creuset piece I saw on Amazon.com, including trivets, ramekins and casserole dishes. Especially this one:
Coming soon: Recipes cooked with my new skillet! The BF and I are looking forward to arroz con pollo and roasted brussels sprouts, just to name a few.
(all the pork fat you can handle)
This week, we have come across some very interesting uses of bacon…ranging from fashion accessories to candy to booze.
While I am the first one to buy new/cute scarves, I may have to rethink this one a little:
http://www.slashfood.com/2008/02/06/scarf-down-some-bacon/
And now for your favorite Valentine, we bring you…bacon toffee!
http://bostonchef.blogspot.com/2008/02/bacon-toffee.html
For you alcoholics out there, try making your own bacon vodka:
I keep my promises. Here is the first installment of the
Bacon Watch.
Some weirdos got together and made a ship out of bacon and other meat products:
http://www.slashfood.com/2008/01/27/meat-ship-sailing-on-a-sea-of-blue-pork/
Another weirdo wrote an entire poem about bacon (I am still suspicious that Sung wrote this himself):
I’ve gripped with trembling fingers luscious pork
The golden, tender flesh of long-banned swine
Reflecting all the while upon the law
Forbidding me from chewing on this fat.
What hateful ancient dictum could declare
A fatwa on this salty meat so crisp?
Myself, I’d best try making my thoughts crisp,
With clarity proclaiming love of pork
And with my greasy lips proudly declare
My gratitude to tasty slaughtered swine
For offering so selflessly its fat
and savory self – there oughta be a law!
Well, so there is. But I’ll defy that law
And any that would bar me from this crisp
Deliciousness, bestreaked with tender fat.
Jehovah would not quarantine the pork,
Brave product of the noble trotting swine.
And this I’ll toward bright heaven now declare!
And as I scan the buffet, too, declare
That flavor is its own unbending law.
And so atop the pantheon go swine,
Their pinkly marbled pieces done up crisp;
A true apotheosis of the pork,
Illuminated manuscripts of fat.
All days, not just one Tuesday, should be fat,
We pleasure-loving creatures now declare,
With Mardi Gras beads fashioned out of pork!
For chewy, crunchy lust is now my law,
And never was a morning ever crisp
That lacked a heaping helping of the swine.
I’ll slap the face of any human swine
Who asks me if I want to chew the fat
But fails to serve me anything that’s crisp —
Then runs to his accountant, to declare
Deductions, loss and income, per the law,
Of which old Caesar makes his barreled pork.
Such metaphors do insult to this pork.
Let us instead heap blessings on the swine!
Speak not to me of the Mosaic law;
All renderings are useless, but for fat.
Let skillets, with their cracklings, declare
Your ban on trayf has been burned to a crisp.
O noble fat! O skillet’s sizzling law!
Declare me but an acolyte of swine.
Crisp logic fails — all falls in thrall to pork.
